Chapter 101
- Bryson's pov
- Falcon's smirk widened. " No death. Yet. Chaos. Confusion. We need them to be preoccupied with internal issues while we prepare for their arrival."
- I considered his words. Creating chaos within the council could buy us the time we needed, but it was a risky move. The council was cunning, and any error could lead to serious problems we would not win against.