The morning of the raid arrived with Jakarta's typical humidity and the weight of expectation.
Rama woke at 4 AM, unable to sleep. Beside him, Sekar was already awake, staring at the ceiling.
"Nervous?" she asked.
"No. Excited." He sat up. "Today, everything changes. The guild sees proof. Hendra admits he was wrong. We gain the volunteers we need."
"You're very certain this goes well."
"I've cleared Corrupted Tower five times before. I know every floor. Every trap. Every boss mechanic. The only variable is the team—and I've seen them fight. They're good. With my coordination, they'll be perfect."
Sekar turned to face him. "Hendra's going to be watching for any excuse to discredit you. Sri warned me last night—he's planning to document everything. Any 'suspicious' knowledge. Any 'impossible' predictions. He'll use it as evidence of fraud."
