Chapter 105: The Shattered Anchor (Part 1)
The air inside the lower-district safehouse was thick with the stench of cheap ale and unwashed bodies.
Twelve men sat around a splintered wooden table.
They wore the grime-stained leathers of Forge mercenaries, perfectly blended into the slums. But beneath the dirt, they were elite Zenith sleeper agents.
"The Incubus is losing his patience," one of the spies muttered, slamming his wooden mug onto the table.
"Lord Valerius wants the goblin dead before the Summit. If we can't breach the Obsidian Bungalow directly, we poison the estate's primary aqueduct. We melt their organs from the inside out."
"Forget the goblin for a second," a second spy sneered, wiping foam from his mouth.
"The bounty says to capture the women alive. Did you see the Succubus he keeps? And the Aetherion scholar? Once Valerius breaks their minds, I'm putting in a request to get sloppy seconds."
