Somewhere in the city, unseen by those who fought and bled, a figure leaned back in their chair, watching as the chaos unfolded.
Wars weren’t won by armies.
They were won by ideas.
And this idea had already taken root.
A message blinked across a private server—coded, untraceable. The latest intelligence from within both the Resistance and the Nine Dragons. Reports of unrest. Of whispered betrayals. Of factions turning against their own.
Exactly as planned.
The figure exhaled, fingers hovering over a keyboard before typing a single phrase into the system:
“Reinforce the illusion.”
Within minutes, new messages were sent out. An intercepted communication suggesting a high-ranking Nine Dragons enforcer was ready to defect. A planted document in a Resistance safe house, "confirming" that one of their own had been compromised. An anonymous leak hinted that the Old Dragons were preparing to reclaim their lost empire.