The night air was thick with silence when the female spy once again slipped into the Gamma’s estate, cloaked in shadow. The soft creak of the old wooden door as it closed behind her seemed to echo through the dimly lit room, where the Gamma sat alone, head bowed, his mind a storm of bitterness and regret.Her voice broke the stillness, smooth as silk but cold as ice. “It is time, Gamma. The waiting is over. The plan must begin.”

He lifted his gaze to her, his face drawn, eyes sunken from ...