The night air was cold, brushing against Vania’s skin as she faced Liora in front of the dim café. The silence between them stretched for a few seconds, tense and heavy.

“You know how to destroy Devandra?” Vania repeated, her voice low but firm.

Liora nodded, glancing around nervously as if expecting someone to emerge from the shadows. “Yes. But it comes with a price. And once you hear this, there’s no turning back.”

Vania folded her arms, trying to steady her breath. “Then speak. I’ve had enough of his games.”

Liora bit her lip before whispering, “Devandra has a network. Politicians, businessmen, media figures. He keeps them close through…...