Chapter 60

The morning sun had barely begun to burn through the forest canopy when Michael's headquarters buzzed with the frantic energy of an army preparing for slaughter. Michael stood at the center of the cabin, his presence a heavy weight that anchored the room. He surveyed his chosen council, a small smile of satisfaction tugging at his lips. He had been meticulous. To ensure the stability of his rule and the cohesion of his people, he had selected a representative from each starting class to stand...