In the aftermath of Krissan Jarrett’s pledge of loyalty to Deyonjay Stone, the stronghold hummed with an uneasy quiet. Marcus, Deyonjay’s right-hand man, moved through the corridors with a sense of purpose, his expression inscrutable. He had played his role well, feigning loyalty to Krissan while secretly serving Deyonjay with unwavering devotion.
As Marcus entered Deyonjay’s private chamber, he found his leader standing before a map of the city, studying it with intense focus. Deyonjay glanced up as Marcus approached, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
“Well done, Marcus,” Deyonjay said, his voice low but filled with approval. “You played your part perfectly.”
Marcus inclined his head in acknowledgment. “Thank you, boss,” he replied evenly. “It was necessary to maintain her trust unti
