Denvaar Kingdom POV
Tonight, under the dim, cold wash of the dark moon, the hidden layers of the kingdom were being stripped apart.
Dozens of factions that had long operated in the shadows corrupt houses, covert networks, quiet power brokers were shaken to their core. Before most of them could even understand what was happening, figures dressed in black were already among them. The work was precise and absolute. No warnings. No negotiations. By the time it ended, only blood remained thick, spreading across stone floors, pooling beneath bodies that would never be found by those who once relied on them. Entire groups erased in silence, as if they had never existed at all.
At the peak of a tall castle tower, Viper stood alone, looking down over the sleeping capital. The wind tugged faintly at the edges of his cloak, but he did not move. In his hand was a list seventeen names written in clean, deliberate strokes. Fourteen had already been crossed out.
