Elyara's fury burned like a wildfire as she paced the opulent strategy room of the Celestial Court. The reports from the ruined depot lay in disarray across the polished table, their contents confirming what she already knew: her enemy was not just skilled, but audacious.
"They've underestimated us," she hissed, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Aiden thinks he can outmaneuver me with petty sabotage. Let's see how clever he is when his precious kingdom is choking on its own desperation."
The grizzled advisor stepped forward cautiously. "Your Grace, we've doubled the pressure on the trade routes as you commanded. But Aiden's operatives are ghosts. Tracking them has proven… difficult."
Elyara's eyes narrowed, her expression icy. "Then find their vulnerabilities. Every ghost leaves a shadow. Bring me someone—anyone—who can give us leverage."
