Chapter 65
The dimly lit room reeked of smoke and burning wax, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Three men sat in the darkness, their faces partially obscured by the hoods they wore. A single crow perched on the back of a chair, its black eyes gleaming in the low light as it watched the men with eerie stillness.
One of them slammed his fist against the wooden table, his frustration evident. "Damn him!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "Damian Lillard just won't stay down!"
The others remained silent for a moment, processing what had just happened. Their first plan had failed. They had carefully orchestrated everything—the attack on the Eastern Pack, the voice recording, the widespread rumors, and the carefully planted hatred among the people. Everything had been set in motion to ensure that Tanin would be branded a traitor, isolated, and ultimately removed from power.