Alpha Alaric
The intelligence was complete, and the rage had hardened into cold, cutting precision. My Shadow Gamma, tasked with reconstructing the contents of the stolen scrolls, had confirmed my worst fears and validated my most violent suspicions: The Shadow Conduit was real, and Amethyst’s very essence was the singular weakness of the Wildfire King’s bloodline.
I dismissed the Gamma, ordering him to confine his findings to a secure archive. The knowledge of my weakness—the fatal incompatibility with the Shadow element—could not be allowed to spread, even among my most trusted officers.
I stood before my tactical planning board, which now displayed a detailed, satellite-enhanced schematic of the Diamond Moon territory and the specific architecture of the massive Luna Ceremony Pavilio
