Northern Shores of Verde Island, Lireya
In the dimly lit study beneath the basement of a hidden lair, Marx reviewed the information Ren had shared. A deep crease formed on his forehead. He had believed that eliminating the Dark Phoenix would put an end to the threats against Princess Amaya's life.
He had assumed Adolf Black was the sole mastermind targeting Amaya. Initially, Adolf sought her blood, but after finding others with a matching type, he managed to store enough to last him two lifetimes. Yet, his obsession shifted. Now, he wanted her life as a vendetta against Ibrahim Rocas, the man he despised above all else—someone who had thwarted Adolf's plans for global dominion.
Marx's fingers flew across the keyboard with precision, uncovering more details on his laptop screen:
