Joanis's brow furrowed as he navigated the streets of the town. He couldn't shake the feeling that Rain was orchestrating a complex scheme. The recent attack on his stronghold had raised countless questions. How had Rain infiltrated so smoothly? What motivated him to strike precisely at this moment? And why did Branden's arrival seem perfectly timed to coincide with the ensuing chaos?
Amid these mysteries, Joanis couldn't help but acknowledge Rain's audacity. Rain had proven himself a formidable adversary, capable of crafty maneuvers and he didn't mind taking risks.
Joanis knew he needed to act swiftly and decisively to deal with this troublesome enemy. He had to confront Rain and neutralize the persistent threat. While he held a firm grip on power, every move felt like a step in the dark. He knew what Rain could do, or at least he thought that he knew… It was surprising that a fourteen-year-old boy could do that much.
