Chapter 181

• THERON POV
• I stood before the oversized wall screen, its digital map illuminated in stark white and crimson. Each red dot burned like a wound every one marking a sighting of Chun Kit’s men. Outposts. Safehouses. Or worse, gathering points for whatever endgame he had in motion.
• Today’s war council was held at Lazaro’s base in his office, no less. A place that typically saw fewer than two dozen occupants now brimmed with over two hundred. The shift in energy was palpable. We could all feel it. Chun Kit was preparing for his final blow, and if we wanted to survive it, we’d have to hit first. Hard.