Arthur's lips curled into a sly smile. "Good." As he spoke, the hologram shimmered and transformed into a breathtaking coastal nation, its capital a sprawling metropolis adorned with gleaming glass towers.
"LuthenVale," Vaul announced, his tone laced with gravity, "one of the most formidable naval powers on the continent. On the surface, they're our 'allies.'
But beneath that facade? They've been harboring Aurelian Federation intelligence operatives for months."
The image zoomed in on an opulent diplomatic gala, where a silver-haired woman in an elegant gown exchanged pleasantries with LuthenVale's prime minister.
"Meet Director Emily White," Vaul continued. "Head of Aurelian Foreign Intelligence. She's been whispering sweet nothings into Prime Minister Halrik's ear, convincing him that Varenya's resurgence poses a significant threat."
At the mention of the Aurelian Federation, Arthur's expression darkened momentarily before he forced a smile and shook his head dismissively.
