"Forbidden Breath cult… what are you planning?"
Damien's voice was a low murmur, barely audible over the rustle of the wind brushing across the blood-soaked courtyard. Yet the weight behind those words was undeniable. His brows furrowed as a storm of suspicions brewed in his mind, instinct whispering that the shadowy cult's hand was somehow involved in the strange turn of events.
His gaze sharpened, he had thousand of questions in his mind and the only way to find the answer was..
"General Felix… looks like I'll have to personally visit and ask him a few questions."
For a moment, a cold silence blanketed the training ground. Damien could feel the tightening grip of conflict encroaching on both sides—external enemies lurking in the dark and internal rot festering within the very halls of power. He was caught in a vice.
