The members began discussing how to leverage their family connections.
As children of Paragon-affiliated houses, they didn't just have allowance money; they had access to private armouries and experimental weapon support.
The teacher watched them for a moment, a silent shadow against the stone wall. He knew they were more than capable of arming a small army if provoked.
Satisfied that the stupid kids were sufficiently motivated, he slipped away toward an abandoned, pitch-black corner of the basement, far away from their current meeting spot.
"I have already done my first move," he whispered to the empty air. He pressed a hand to his temple, and his eyes suddenly flared with a flickering, sickly red light.
The light didn't just illuminate the area; it seemed to project a holographic shape directly into the space before him. "The bait has been taken. They will initiate a club war the moment he finishes establishing his."
