At an unknown location in the city.
In a dimly lit chamber deep underground, a handful of Wardens from the Preservationists faction sat around at a long stone table.
Tense silence permeated the room as they read through the documents Kenny had left behind. Parchments were spread out in stacks, marked with names, dates, routes, and coded symbols.
No one spoke as each realization settled in one after another.
Lebu stood before them, his hands clasped behind his back. His face was calm, but not cold. Sorrow lingered in his eyes, yet beneath it was unmistakable pride.
Pride in the boy who had seen too much, understood too much, and still chosen to act.
As the Wardens turned page after page, their expressions gradually darkened.
One of the Wardens broke the silence first, "It isn't just one faction," he said, tapping the page with his finger.
"These are five separate traitorous groups operating inside the Brotherhood, each of them compartmentalized."
