In a forest somewhere in the kingdom, Greg was catching his breath. Weeks had gone by tracking the strange energy readings that matched the attackers on the capital. Greg had dispatched every agent under his family and the military's control to find the bastards who had caused his wife's death.
The signals had been showing up all over the kingdom and neighboring countries. He just couldn't figure out any discernable pattern or reason for the locations. Unfurling a map over a large rock Greg studied the locations. 'Why doesn't this make sense?!'
Slamming his fist down on the rock, Greg managed to crack the rock underneath. The assassins surrounding the young master pretended not to notice as they waited for their next set of orders. Scenes like this were common over the last few weeks, and it wasn't their job to question the Ivory family.
