Moments later,

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The meeting room was dim, lit only by the glow of the map table. Zodiac Capricorn stood before it, his usual steady expression tight with urgency. He had been tracking Il Cacciatore longer than anyone else, following faint trails that others had missed, digging through archives that had been sealed for decades.

“I have it,” he said, his voice low. “The name. The face. The origin.”

Aria leaned forward, her hands resting on the edge of the table. Malphas stood beside her, silent, his posture already tense. Leo and Scorpio waited by the door, every muscle coiled.

“Start from the beginning,” Aria said.

“For months we thought...