"Galileo immediately authorizes a brutal economic raid against Beatrice’s remaining iron foundry assets."
The command roared through the halls of the Galileo mansion like a thunderclap, signaling the beginning of the end for the last remnants of the Beatrice empire. Galileo stood at the center of his war room, his face flushed with the kind of primal rage that only true betrayal could ignite. In his hand, he clutched the forged documents that Richter had so meticulously planted, believing them to be the smoking gun that exposed Beatrice as the mastermind behind the shadow entity that had bled his coffers dry. He did not know, nor could he ever suspect, that the man standing quietly in the corner, head bowed in the familiar posture of submission, was the one who had actually orchestrated
