Adam hadn't been idle in the past six months.
After killing the two traitors — Damon and Vaelor — and sowing discord between the surviving traitors, he had promptly left Sprindale and traveled north.
Over the past months, something unseen and faceless had been tearing through the Cult's lower ranks along the border between the Haynam Empire and the Sovereign Union.
Cells had vanished overnight, supply routes collapsed without explanation, and messengers ominously disappeared, leaving only silence and suspicion behind.
No name was spoken, no figure was confirmed, only the sense that someone was moving and striking just hard enough to leave chaos behind and then disappearing again.
Of course, this was just a diversion.
A riskier game was being played elsewhere. Through calculated risks, careful manipulation, and sustained effort, Adam had developed an asset within the Cult's upper echelons!
