Chapter 167: There is only one variable left
The flickering candle cast twisting shadows along the damp stone walls of the hidden chamber, the weak flame struggling to push back the overwhelming darkness.
It was a room built for secrecy—far removed from the bustling corridors of the palace, hidden behind layers of twisting passageways that only a select few knew existed.
Here, deep within the underbelly of the empire, the seeds of treason were being sown.
A hooded man sat at a wooden table, his fingers tapping lightly against the surface, the rhythmic sound filling the silence.
Before him stood a soldier, clad in dark armor, his posture rigid and disciplined.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke.
Then—
"How did it go?" the hooded man asked.
The soldier exhaled slowly, a cruel smirk forming on his lips.
"Perfectly."
The hooded man’s fingers stopped tapping.