Damien’s pov:
Black Tide had gone completely silent.
That was how I knew something was wrong.
For three days straight, my men and I had been ripping through their outer layers like a hurricane. We emptied their warehouses. We made their runners disappear into the night. One of their lieutenants had screamed until his vocal cords snapped and his bones followed suit. I had left a trail of bodies behind me as a message, and I waited for the counterattack.
But Black Tide didn't hit back. They didn't seek revenge. They didn't make a single reckless move.
They just stopped.
No noise. No mistakes. Just a suffocating, heavy silence.
I was standing in a safehouse they didn't know I’d taken, staring at a map pinned to the wall. I had marked our strikes in red and the places Gideon was suppos
