In the operations room of the Silvermoon Safehouse, Constantine and Damien huddled over a table cluttered with maps, documents, and magical artifacts. The dim lighting cast long shadows, adding an air of intrigue to their plotting.
"We need to get Jane into a situation where she can't help but step up," Damien said, tracing a finger over a map. "We exploit her new compulsion to protect others and pit her against a mage guild."
Constantine leaned back, his characteristic smirk playing on his lips. "And where are we gonna find a guild that's scummy enough for a goody two-shoes like Jane to actually want to wipe them off the map?"
Damien snorted. "Most mages are scum, and guilds are the worst. Trust me, finding one won't be a problem."
Constantine raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? She's got a pretty high tolerance for bullshit."
