Perimeter breached. Wards blind. Target building located.
Harsk Fenward, the Master of the Ghost School, stood in the absolute, frozen darkness of the eastern industrial work-camp. The Ministry of Whispers had failed. Director Lyss Myrvalis had spent six years insisting the eastern grid was secure, classifying the catastrophic destruction of Sector Seven as an isolated Cult Splinter riot.
Lyss was blind. Zephyr had lost patience.
The Sovereign deployed Harsk when institutional solutions failed. The objective was simple. Surgical extraction. Locate the Cult Splinter priest operating in Work-Camp 42. Extract information. Eliminate target. Restore industrial quotas.
Harsk moved across the frozen, soot-stained rooftops of the high-density dormitories. No sound. No displaced snow. The mortal garrison patrolling the ground below were exhausted, moving with the sluggish, freezing drag of men working double shifts.
