The briefing room was cold, sterile, and filled with the weight of endless war.
Wayne stood at the head of the table, his eyes fixed on the holographic display. The Dominion was the latest organization to rise from the ashes of the Cabal's collapse, and they were different from the others. More organized. More disciplined. More dangerous.
"Jude, what do we have?" he asked, his voice flat.
The analyst was at his tablet, his fingers flying across the screen. "The Dominion is led by a council of three. They call themselves the Triumvirate. We've identified two of them—former Cabal operatives with extensive military backgrounds. But the third is a mystery."
"A mystery?"
"Someone who's been operating in the shadows for years. No one knows who they are, but they're the one pulling the strin
