Lucian stood at the edge of a balcony overlooking the city, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The fires of fear that the church had ignited were now threatening to engulf the entire kingdom. Every report that came in from the field told the same story: towns and villages burning, families torn apart by accusations of heresy, and an ever-growing list of martyrs who had dared to defy the church.
The door behind him creaked open, and Eveline stepped into the room, her face etched with concern. "The Fox has just returned from his mission," she said softly. "He's waiting for you in the war room."
Lucian turned away from the window, nodding in acknowledgment. "And the others?"
"Already there. They're eager to hear what he's uncovered."