บท 252: Messanger of Astellia

"Your Grace," Riven began, his voice a whisper yet cutting through the room like a blade, "there is more to this than simple misinformation. I have reason to believe that there is a mole within our ranks, feeding information directly to Erich."

The room fell silent, the weight of Riven's words sinking in. Ravindor's expression darkened, his gaze piercing through the room. "A mole, you say? Do you have any suspects?"

Riven nodded, a slow and deliberate movement. "Yes, Your Grace. I've been tracing the flow of information and have identified a few individuals who have been acting suspiciously. With your permission, I will begin an investigation immediately."

Ravindor's eyes bore into Riven's. "Do whatever it takes. Root out this traitor and ensure they pay the price for their betrayal."

Riven bowed deeply, slipping back into the shadows, his presence almost ghostly. Ravindor turned back to his advisors, his mind racing with plans and contingencies.