The guild hall was quieter than usual, a tension lingering in the air like an unspoken threat. Felix moved through the corridors with an easy grace, his foxlike smile masking the machinations spinning behind his sharp crimson eyes. Kara had been a thorn in his side, but like any good strategist, Felix knew that removing a thorn required precision.
His plan was already underway. Over the past few days, Felix had subtly inserted himself into conversations with Kara's former allies—fighters she had wronged, belittled, or simply discarded when they were no longer useful. His Charm quirk worked in unpredictable bursts, but Felix didn't rely solely on it. He leaned into his modern-world sensibilities, using disarming smiles, perfectly timed sympathy, and carefully placed words to coax grievances out of his targets.
