Chapter 845 – Fake Rumors [Part 1]
"Varus and his team are dead."
Kaelmor whispered it like a joke only he understood.
The words rolled off his tongue smoothly, almost amused, as if he were commenting on a minor inconvenience rather than the loss of six elite enforcers.
He sat on the balcony of his palace, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of deep crimson wine resting lazily in his hand. Below him, Hell stretched endlessly, burning, breathing, alive with ambition and fear.
But his gaze?
Locked on one place.
The Greed Tower.
Nexus Prime.
Tall. Immaculate. Efficient.
Annoyingly so.
Kaelmor took a slow sip, eyes narrowing slightly as he observed the distant structure. His senses stretched far beyond sight, brushing across the network of spies he had embedded throughout the infernal houses. Threads of awareness. Whispers of movement.
And yet…
Nothing.
No clear evidence.
Just… activity.
Greed behaving like Greed.
Working.
Producing.
Growing.
