The hours after the mission passed in tense silence, the weight of uncertainty pressing down on everyone in the base. Aiden stood in the war room, studying the latest intelligence reports Liam had compiled. The map before him glowed faintly, its magical runes marking key points of interest in the Celestial Court's territory. Each location seemed to pulse with its own unique energy, but one stood out—an ominous black mark deep within enemy lines.
"Myne was right," Liam said, his voice low as he entered the room. "That ambush wasn't random. We've identified three individuals in the base who had access to the mission details and could have leaked them."
Aiden's jaw tightened. "Names?"
Liam handed him a sealed scroll. "I didn't want to jump to conclusions without solid evidence, but we're running out of time. Two of them have alibis for the time when the intel was likely leaked. That leaves one suspect."
