"Are there any problems with the preparations?"
"None. We will take off before noon."
"Good. Stick to the plan—no deviations."
Zephyrion's voice was firm, his expression unreadable as he gave his orders.
It was the same Friday morning that the players were busy looting the treasury, but here, in another part of Trion, an entirely different kind of operation was unfolding.
According to the plan he and Arlon had devised, they would stage a false transport for Nyx, making it seem like she was being secretly moved to another location.
To sell the deception, one of the Mimes would be put in charge of the operation.
Without Syme—whom Arlon had already killed—the Mimes had no true leader to guide them.
And that wasn't all.
The deaths of Syme and Arn had thrown Kelta into turmoil. But, ironically, this was the kind of chaos that worked in their favor.
