Ethan kept his steady pace along the stone path, his face remaining entirely expressionless as he glanced at the gleaming White Unicorn crest in Ash's palm.
"Driz is an asset of the Fourth Prince," Ash muttered, quickly tucking the medallion back into his heavy robes as the mist swirled around them. "I do not trust him in the slightest, and neither should you. The only reason he is groveling at your boots now is because the Admiral personally threatened to take his head. It was actually Driz who covertly delayed our frontline logistics a month ago, ensuring that my own shadow operatives couldn't get close enough to secure your insertion point. The absolute most I could do under those restrictions was provide you with those initial tactical entry tips and systematically eradicate the remaining remnants of the mercenary groups who were causing you problems in the wild."
