Chapter 109 The Defector’s Story

As we gathered around the campfire, the defector, Arin, stood before us, his face etched with the weariness of betrayal and fear. I studied him, searching for any sign of deception. Trust was a fragile thing, especially in our world, but desperation often forced strange alliances.

“I was a high-ranking officer in the puppeteer’s forces,” Arin began, his voice a rough whisper. “I’ve seen the atrocities, the manipulation, the corruption spreading like a disease. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Victor crossed his arms, his skepticism clear. “And why should we believe you? For all we know, this could be a trap.”

Arin’s eyes met Victor’s, unflinching. “I understand your doubt. But I have valuable information that can help you. The stronghold’s defenses are formidable, but they’re not invincible. There’s a weakness, a way in that the puppeteer doesn’t know we’re aware of.”

Sasha leaned forward, her keen eyes assessing Arin. “What kind of weakness?”