Descent of the War Goddess

In a crisis, IronBaker was always rational. She knew her role.

Somehow reluctant, she still nodded. "Fine."

IronBaker took a deep breath, quickly dumping a mountain of items into their hands—healing potions and Agility-buffing snacks.

"Take these. All of them. Just... come back, okay?"

"We will."

Harper split the supplies with WhiskeyTango and shoved them into her bag.

The two blurred out of the l