The aftermath of Kara's expulsion left a power vacuum within Ironstride, one that Felix effortlessly filled. The guild's dynamics had shifted, and the murmurs in the training halls and meeting rooms all pointed to the same conclusion: Felix wasn't just Victoria's strategist; he was her shadow. Her confidant. Her weapon.
"Another distraction gone," Victoria remarked as she walked alongside Felix through the guild's sprawling main corridor. Her tone was light, but the glint in her eyes betrayed satisfaction. "Kara was holding us back. You handled her perfectly."
Felix inclined his head, his expression modest. "I simply did what needed to be done."
