Lucian
“Denis,” I snapped, turning to my Gamma, “what territories pulled their military support?”
He blinked, then rattled them off: “Goldenpeak, Kentville, Eboncrest, Vale, Riverfall, and Silvergate.”
I paused, then smiled.
Denis frowned. “What’s so funny?”
“Lucian?” Darian stepped closer. “Are you alright?”
But I was already moving—heading straight for my office, fire in my veins. They followed.
I dropped into my chair and powered up the terminal.
Because now, I saw the pattern.
It wasn’t just a financial assault.
It was a map.
And someone was drawing borders for a war.
“Those are the poorest territories on Mooncrest Island,” I said aloud, staring at the list on my screen. The pattern was suddenly obvious.
Denis frowned. “And what does that have to do with the deserters?”
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