Nivan's body crashed violently against the unforgiving ground, a soldier's grip iron-clad around his arms, pinning him down. Panic clawed at his mind. "What happened? How did it all go wrong?" His thoughts raced in desperate circles. Had someone betrayed them? But how could that be? They had never been caught before—always one step ahead, always out of reach. Yet now, everything crumbled in the blink of an eye. It was as if the enemy had been waiting for this exact moment.
A sickening realization struck Nivan as he watched one of his comrades take a brutal kick for resisting. "No... it can't be her," he thought, horror dawning in his mind.
Lady Seraphina's entrance into the picture had been the turning point. Had she really been the one to set them up? If that were true, then Gareth wasn't the mole after all. But if not Gareth, then what had become of him? A cold shiver crept down Nivan's spine, chilling him to the core.
