The next morning, the Iron Dominion was abuzz with preparations. Victoria's legal team, tacticians, and ranking officers gathered in the guild's formal meeting hall, their expressions grim but resolute. I stood to the side, observing the chaos with my arms crossed, a faint smirk playing on my lips. This was my kind of game.
Victoria was in her element, issuing orders with the sharp precision of a general on the battlefield. She looked radiant, her predatory confidence radiating like a beacon. Her hair was tied back in a no-nonsense bun, and her tailored suit screamed authority.
"Felix," she called, not looking up from the stack of documents in her hand. "Are the files ready?"
"Already uploaded to the W.H.O. servers," I replied, adjusting my tie. "Every incriminating piece of evidence we have on Amelia, along with a detailed list of her guild's remaining assets."
