Victor's Revelation

The fire in the center of the rebel camp crackled softly, sending up thin wisps of smoke into the cold night air. But even the heat of the flames couldn’t chase away the chill settling over us. We were all gathered in tense silence, and every flicker of the flames seemed to deepen the shadows hanging over the group. Aria stood before us, arms crossed, her expression a mask of hardened resolve as she delivered the words that were about to change everything.

“Victor has been working both sides,” she said, her voice cutting through the stillness. “He’s been feeding the puppeteer enough to keep his position intact, all while manipulating us into doing his dirty work.”

Her statement landed like a blow, the kind that knocks the breath out of you. Felix’s reaction was immediate—his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his jaw set in barely contained rage. “You’re saying Victor’s been betraying us all this time?”