The world of guild wars wasn't the chaos of an open battlefield. It was quieter, sharper—a blade sliding between ribs in the dark. As Iron Dominion prepared its first move, the weight of Victoria's expectations pressed on me like a boulder. But I was used to pressure. It wasn't any different from the corporate world I'd left behind. Just deadlier.
From my spot in the operations room, I directed the guild's assassins and scouts with surgical precision. The map on the massive digital table glowed with real-time data, thanks to my Analyze Function. Each glowing dot represented a piece in the game, and every move I made adjusted the board to my liking.
"Send Team Shadowstrike to Sector B. Keep Team Umbra in reserve until we confirm the target's movement," I said, my tone measured. The officers around me nodded, their respect evident. It was amusing how easily people deferred to me when I sounded confident. Charm did the rest.
