The air inside the makeshift war room was thick with tension. A single lantern flickered, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Elena sat at the head of the crude wooden table, Kael to her right, Serin across from her. They had been strategizing for hours, but the weight of Taren’s words still lingered in the back of their minds.
"Gragg wasn’t the only one with power. You’ve only just started a war."
Elena leaned forward, rubbing her temples. “We can’t ignore this. If what he says is true, then we’re standing on the edge of something much bigger than Gragg.”
Serin, arms crossed, let out a sigh. “Taren won’t break easily. He’s the kind of man who thrives in the shadows. He’s been working for Gragg for years—if anyone knows about these supposed allies, it’s him.”
Kael clenched his
