Kael sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his shoulders. The walls seemed to close in as he replayed every conversation, every glance, searching for the traitor's mark. Trust had become a fragile thing, and paranoia whispered from every corner.
Lysara entered quietly, her eyes sharp. "I've found something," she said, spreading out a series of coded letters on the table. "These messages were sent from within. The handwriting matches one of our own."
Riven leaned in, tension taut in his jaw. "Who?"
Before Lysara could answer, the chamber doors burst open. A scout staggered in, breathless. "Another attack," he gasped. "This time at the Eastern Gate. The enemy had precise knowledge of our defenses."
Kael's fists clenched. The traitor was no longer hiding in the shadows — they were bold, striking at the heart of their alliance. The hunt would grow deadlier.
"Prepare the guards," Kael ordered. "Tonight, we root out the darkness before it consumes us all."