I tightened my grip on the phone.
“What do you mean they’re deadly, Mira?” I snapped. “Say it in a language I understand.”
There was a pause on the other end. A long one. Then Mira’s voice came back, this time lower, more serious.
“Illvar isn’t just deadly, Nathaniel. They’re everywhere. They don’t wear a face, they wear all faces. They exist in the military, the police, politics, even the thugs on the streets. You’ll find them behind desks in multinational corporations. In clean suits. In bloody boots.”
“They don’t have a flag or a manifesto. No one knows their heritage. No one knows who truly leads them. They’re a whisper that kills. They used to have a known cell once—about ten years ago. Operated out of Solmir District in Aurel Province. Then they got nabbed.”
I blinked.
“By who
