Chapter 129: Downfall
In the shadowed hall of Darkan’s underground alliance, tension crackled like static. Maroon, the alliance leader of the Darkan underground, stood at the head, his cloak shimmering with faint wards, his narrowed gaze fixed on the Mistars’ representative.
While the meeting was ongoing, he had requested the presence of the Mistars; however, they weren’t available. Now, all eyes were focused on them.
"Didn’t we agree that no organization in this alliance would take commissions until our goal was achieved?" Maroon’s voice was sharp, cutting through the murmurs.
The Mistars’ executive, standing in for their absent leader, shifted uneasily. "I’m just here in her place."
"So, if we check your headquarters, we’ll find her there?" Maroon pressed, his eyes glinting.
Silence hung heavy. The executive’s lips tightened, offering no reply.
"You’re acting suspicious. What’ve you been up to?" Doombringer bellowed, slamming a fist on the table.
The executive remained mute, sweat beading on his brow. ’Shit, why did it have to be-’
"Wait," a calm voice interjected. All eyes turned to the source; it was the third Executive of Dawnless, seated beside the Mistars representative.
Maroon gestured for him to speak. "Yes?"
The Third Executive sighed inwardly, his heart heavy. "We might have another solution." The Mistars executive shot him a shocked glance. ’Why’s he helping me?’