"How are we going to do that?" Titania asked, her voice low and uncertain, as if she herself feared the weight of the answer.
That was the core of everything.
The one question that no one could really answer with confidence.
How the hell were we supposed to fight fire with fire in a world where the flames were being fed by whispers, fear, and rage?
This wasn't just about strategy.
It was about outplaying an enemy that had mastered shadows and turned the truth into a weapon.
"Well, for one… we need something bigger. A scandal, something massive," I began, my tone firm and deliberate, letting each word drop like a stone into still water. "Something so outrageous that every single person—whether they were furious at the king, or just passive onlookers—would stop whatever they're doing and look this way instead. We need something that overshadows the village attacks completely. A reset of public focus."
