Adrain POV
War rarely announces itself.
Most of the time it begins quietly. A shift in numbers. A movement of money that seems ordinary until you look closely enough to see the pattern underneath.
By the time the pattern becomes obvious, the attack has already begun.
I’m halfway through a call with London when Damien walks into my office without knocking.
That alone tells me something is wrong.
He never interrupts meetings unless the situation demands it.
I end the call immediately.
“We’ll continue tomorrow,” I tell the investors.
The moment the line disconnects, Damien drops a folder onto my desk.
“You need to see this.”
I lean back in my chair.
“What happened?”
“Arclight.”
The name immediately sharpens my attention.
“Explain.”
“They just acquired another three percent of
