Chapter 166: I'm Not Here to Play Pretend
Regulus followed Freya along the path, his gaze settling on her back.
She walked with her spine perfectly straight, each stride measured and even.
Even by European standards, she was remarkably tall.
His mind was elsewhere.
The assignment seemed straightforward on its face.
The Abyssal Whispers. Ancient, elite, devoted to the deep sea and the forbidden knowledge it concealed. They'd set their sights on the Ancient Maritime documents in the Eisenhardts' keeping, applying sustained pressure through raids and harassment until the family decided the cost of holding on outweighed the cost of letting go.
Freya had told him the details.
From the sound of it, the methods were restrained.
At least for now, the Abyssal Whispers hadn't opted for a direct assault or open slaughter. This was textbook attrition. Bleed the other side until compliance became the rational choice.