The journey back to Blackmere was tense, despite the success of dismantling Sorin's network. Damien sat at the head of the column, his steel-gray eyes focused on the horizon. The merchant lord's betrayal had been a severe blow, but it was also a symptom of a much larger disease infecting the kingdom.
The convoy carried Sorin, now in chains, escorted by a contingent of Blackmere's soldiers. Sorin sat silently in the carriage, his once-proud demeanor shattered. The evidence collected in Eldhaven left little room for denial, and his fate was all but sealed.
Amara rode beside Damien, her sharp blue eyes glinting with curiosity. "Sorin's locked up, his network is in ruins, and Calder's losing his foothold. So why do you still look like you've lost a battle?"
Damien's jaw tightened. "Because I'm not naïve enough to think this is over. Sorin was just a pawn. Calder's network stretches far beyond what we've uncovered."