Chapter 113: Threads of Deception

The air in Blackmere's war room was heavy with tension. The recent victory at the border pass had secured a critical advantage, but Damien's steel-gray eyes remained fixed on the map spread across the table. Each mark represented a new mystery—a supply route, a suspected mercenary camp, or a noble suspected of treachery.

"Calder's influence stretches further than we anticipated," Damien said, breaking the silence. His voice was low, measured, but the weight of his words was unmistakable.

Carys stood across from him, her green eyes scanning the reports. "The mercenaries we captured are refusing to talk. Whatever Calder offered them, it's enough to keep them loyal even in chains."

Amara smirked faintly from her place leaning against the wall. "Loyalty or fear? My money's on the latter."