That night, when Lucian returned to his quarters, he was met not by silence, but by the bright smiles of his companions.
Berry leaned against the wall, his arms folded, looking more at ease than usual.
Luna sat perched on the edge of the bed, her eyes gleaming, while Verus and the others crowded around the room, a fire of satisfaction burning in their faces.
"We've done it. The seeds are sown. The soldiers are stirring, the whispers are spreading, and it won't be long before they rise. This place is ready to tear itself free."
Berry said with a smirk. Luna nodded eagerly. "The hopelessness is cracking. You can see it in their eyes. They're starting to believe they can win."
Lucian listened, his expression calm, but a small approving curve touched his lips.
"Good. You've all done well. For now, that's enough. Let the fire spread on its own. The less we need to push, the more natural their rebellion will be."
The group exchanged satisfied glances, their work acknowledged.
