The Hooded Killers
Estovia Armand worked in her office despite the celebrations, reviewing the final documentation that would prove the adept, Vaelith's corruption. Months of careful investigation, witness testimony from soldiers he'd manipulated, supply chain records showing illegal diversions—it was all here, organized, ready to send to the Senate.
She just needed to survive long enough to transmit it.
The alarm bells made her heart sink.
Now? Tonight?
It couldn't be coincidence. She was acting under the assumption that Vaelith was already aware of her investigation. Despite every precaution she'd taken, he must have known.
Now, with Clear Light's Eve descending into chaos, it felt like a race—whoever reached their conclusion first would decide the outcome.
Vaelith was moving. Of that, she was certain.
What she couldn't tell was where she ranked on the sadistic man's list of intended casualties.
