With an almost dead heart that felt nothing but hatred and pain, Xhylan continued to serve the Raptors. He methodically completed every assignment passed down to him, entirely masking his grief to make the city mayor believe that he was still a blindly loyal weapon.
Slowly, beneath the surface, he began gathering those within the ranks who harbor a desperate desire to leave the organization. He didn't place his complete trust in them—trust was a luxury he could no longer afford—but he knew that having chess pieces to move was infinitely better than attempting to dismantle a corrupt empire entirely on his own.
Every time a mission forced Xhylan to leave the country, his covert network stayed behind, keeping strict tabs on the mayor's micro-movements and reporting them across encrypted lines. Xhylan never missed a single day of intelligence. He charted the politician's routines, analyzed his security details, and before long, a distinct pattern finally emerged.
