"You've created a problem that can't be solved with policy."
Leon forced himself upright. His ribs screamed but he locked eyes with Chairman Ethella. The man stood like carved marble, perfect posture, calculated stillness. Everything about him spoke of absolute control.
Leon kept his mouth shut. Words wouldn't change the corpses he'd left behind.
Ethella studied him like a researcher examining a new species. Cold. Clinical. The kind of look that made men disappear.
"Tell me, Leon Graves. Do you understand what you've done?"
The question hung in the air. Leon felt the weight of it pressing down on his shoulders.
"You killed Tobias Virell. S-rank. Guild leader. Heir to a bloodline that's shaped continental politics for three generations."
Each word hit like a hammer blow.
"ARES Guild is fracturing. Their remaining commanders are tearing each other apart for control. Blood in the streets. Contracts broken. Alliances shattered."
