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By mid-morning the next day, the intelligence team had pulled every file, cross-referenced every intercepted message, mapped every supply route, every meeting, every shadowed trail the Iron Compact had left behind. The great map table in the strategy hall was covered in ink lines, pinned notes, and glowing runes linking names to places to dates.

Aria sat at one end, Malphas beside her, while Capricorn stood opposite, his expression grim, his usual steady composure fraying at the edges.

“Everything we thought we knew was wrong,” he began, without preamble. “We spent months chasing a single man - Kaelen Voss, the warden, the betrayed hero turned vengeful hunter. But Kaelen...