Cassian sat there, still chewing on Naset's question. The idea of becoming a spy had rattled him a bit, sure… but in the end, he didn't really mind it. Charging into the frontlines brought glory, yes—but the commander was right. The survival rate was abysmal. More than half the people in this war wouldn't see the end of it.
And honestly? Spying suited him better. Sneaking around, gathering secrets, slipping in and out of camps—yeah, that felt more his speed than standing in a shield wall waiting to get skewered. And on the cult's side? His domain blended in perfectly, and his little bit lack of morals didn't raise eyebrows there. If anything, it made him fit right in.
Now, with Naset's blessing to "act freely," Cassian had the perfect setup. He could head to Magisteria, regroup with Brigid, continue spying… do things on his terms.
But before all that?
He needed to deal with Robert.
