Vera was past the point of raising concerns of sanity with the invasion of a plane of Oblivion. Her curt nods to the sigil stones and the entry via Hircine's Hunting Grounds were joined only with ever-growing worry in her brow. The last detail of the axe caused her to press the side of her white-clenched fist to her lips.

"If anyone can bring a great number of people to the Hunting Grounds, it is you, champion," Darahil spoke. "However, the Hunting Grounds are not a place to stage an army for any time longer than absolutely necessary. We shall need to be there only as long as it takes to open the portal to Vile's realm. I should not need to say why."

Vera interrupted. "It's not that." She closed her eyes. "Molag-Bal will know why we need what we need. He'll ask for something in return. Something he knows we will be forced to supply him. I can only hope it is not something that will make our victory in this war pyrrhic. Or, in the end, tainted beyond meaning."

Finally, Oswall brought his own point forward. "We should know, before the end, whether those invading will return if they are successful. At the very least, I would not have more lycan souls being delivered to Vile's lap if we cannot finish him. But any volunteers would have to understand if they are paying their lives when they set foot outside of Mundus."

The council did not leave Meesei much room to answer the questions in isolation. Although such a plan was inevitably going to cause these issues to rise.