Wiping his eyes. Ron's rage was replaced by sadness. Looking at his hands, he saw they were bloody where his nails had shifted

"The veil will be at its thinnest in five days, and the passage between this world and Origin will be possible."

Ron's grassy bonds loosened slightly, allowing him to twist and look where the voice was coming from.

"Strategy over strength, my sons. That is how we defeat our enemies."

"The blood is yours, Ron." You were still very agitated when we got you here." May then pointed to a brick wall by the front door;

The light burned, and the hammering got louder. Ron realized whatever was being built was probably located in a cozy cul-de-sac inside his..