The headquarters hummed with the quiet rhythm of recovery.
Slade sat at the central table, the remnants of the Circle's network laid out before him. The data from the Czech estate had been invaluable—names, locations, resources, plans. But it had also revealed something unsettling. The Circle wasn't the only faction. It was just one piece of a much larger puzzle.
Lyric approached, her tablet in hand. "I've been analyzing the communications we intercepted. The message the last leader sent wasn't just to Circle operatives. It went to everyone. Former Society members. Inheritor remnants. Even some Congregation affiliates."
Slade looked up. "How many?"
"Dozens of groups. Hundreds of operatives. They're scattered across the globe, but they're all connected. They're all part of the same lega
