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Nolan's story continues...
"You’re right that Gungnir’s disappearance affects us all. However, we have another option. The Chosen.”
"I’d rather die,” Alton said immediately. “We’re not even considering that— right?”
"I would not consider inviting the entire Council here, but just the Swordsmith? Perhaps. He will still have access to Jupiter’s might, and it might trip Rudolf up— he won’t be expecting us to turn to the Romans.”
“Americans.”
“You know what I mean. They were Romans first.” Viktoria gnawed on the inside of her cheek as she thought. “I’m calling an emergency meeting. I want everyone here in Thingvellir as soon as possible, for a stay of indefinite duration. I will send word to the Swordsmith and ask for his help.”
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