Krissan awoke to the sound of urgent whispers and hurried footsteps outside her chamber door. The rebellion was gaining traction, but with every step forward, the tension within Deyonjay’s stronghold grew thicker. She dressed quickly, her mind racing with the events of the previous days. The skirmish in the lower quarters had been a stark reminder of how precarious their situation was.
As she exited her chambers, Salvatore was already waiting for her, his expression grave. “Lady Krissan,” he greeted her, “there’s been another disturbance. We need to act swiftly.”
Krissan nodded, her jaw set in determination. “What happened?” she asked as they walked briskly through the corridors.
“A group of our recruits attempted to sabotage one of Deyonjay’s supply lines,” Salvatore explained. “They w
