Chapter 12 – Shadows Behind the Crossfire
The dust from the gunfight hadn't even settled when The Monster crept deeper into the palace halls. Silence hung thick, broken only by distant dripping and the faint hum of old machinery.
A voice cut through the quiet—smooth, cold, familiar.
"You think your revenge is justice, beast?"
The Monster's fur bristled, claws scraping the stone. The voice came again, closer now.
From the shadows stepped a figure clad in Rebel insignia — worn but unmistakable. The hood pulled back, revealing a face marked by scars and quiet calculation.
"K'loren was just a pawn," the Rebel said, voice sharp like a blade. "The real game has been played by those you call allies."
The Monster growled low, eyes narrowing. Betrayal tasted bitter.
"You've been fighting their battles, bleeding for their secrets," the Rebel continued. "The Rebellion's hands aren't as clean as you think."
The Monster's snarl filled the hall — confusion, rage, and a new hunger for truth burning in his chest. The hunt wasn't just about revenge anymore. It was about survival.
And finding out who really holds the strings.