It started with a single message, delivered to multiple factions, each one tailored to its recipient. Confidential information. Hidden vulnerabilities. Clues about the next move in the war.
Each faction believed they had an unseen ally.
The Nine Dragons received intelligence about a Resistance safe house. The Resistance was given insight into a corrupt official shielding the syndicate. Even the Old Dragons—long thought to be neutral—found themselves drawn into the game with whispers of betrayal among the New Dragons.
The whispers spread, fueling paranoia, turning uncertainty into action.
But Thalia knew better.
She had spent her life reading people, sensing truths buried beneath layers of deception. And something about this informant felt…wrong.
"Think about it," she told Bintang and Putri, pacing the dimly lit room. "Who benefits the most from this? We’re all being fed exactly what we want to hear. But why?"