The sky was gray, and the air was hot. In the shadows of a broken fort, Cassius stood alone. He wore a dark green cloak and held a small black crystal. It glowed softly in his hand. Cassius, a leader in charge of the Abyss Brotherhood in the South, watched and waited.
It was through that crystal that he had been watching Hector—the man Azul trusted to capture Celestia.
Cassius’s lips curled into a half-smile, not from joy, but from knowing. He had seen everything. Hector’s failures. Hector’s fear. Hector’s pride crumbling bit by bit.
"You’re falling into my hands," Cassius whispered to himself after Hector took the binding stone with him.
He didn’t trust Azul. Not entirely. Azul was powerful, yes. Ruthless. But Cassius had always known that Azul's eyes were clouded by arrogance. Azul
