James looked at the gathered gods and raised his hand, stopping them.

“At this point, there’s nothing left to plan,” he said calmly. “It’s too late to change anything. We wait—and respond.”

“If we wait,” Xatia countered, shaking her head, “we lose any chance of winning.”

Her voice sharpened.

“While Waitara Path’s true form is still taking shape, there’s one path left. If we can find the other three Ancient Gods and unite them… there may still be a chance.”

“The other three?” Thea asked, tense. “Who are they?”

“Grady. Whitaker. Gregory.”