Springdale, Sovereign Union.
Several days later, Adam arrived in Europa.
His destination was none other than the headquarters of the Twilight Brotherhood.
"Old man, won't you change your mind?" The raven-haired youth's voice echoed in the dim corridors of the underground stronghold.
Beside him, the Ghost of Twilight, walked calmly while smoking from a long wooden pipe.
"You brat," the gnome grumbled. "I already told you I have matters to tend to. Don't keep asking the same thing!"
The Twilight Brotherhood had suffered grievous losses during the war.
Many of its agents had perished. Entire cells had been wiped out. By the war's end, Berger was the only Councilor still alive.
As a result, the burden of rebuilding the secret order fell squarely upon his shoulders.
For years, Berger traveled across the world, recruiting new members and reestablishing old networks. Safehouses were rebuilt, intelligence channels were restored, and dormant sources were activated.
