The air was thick with tension in the grand chamber of the Sovereign’s estate. The figure sat at the head of the polished obsidian table, her features obscured by shadows cast by the flickering light of a chandelier above. Before her lay a series of intelligence reports, each page meticulously annotated and organized to reveal the recent collapse of Louis Grant’s trafficking ring. The Sovereign’s operatives worked with precision, dismantling a network that had taken years to build in a matter of weeks. Now, the criminal underworld buzzed with fear and speculation, unsure of who would be next.

She leaned back in her chair, her gloved fingers tapping rhythmically on...