Edmund stormed down the hall, nearly barreling over the few servants that were too slow to get out of his way in time. Furious didn’t even begin to describe his mood. The full shock of the wyvern’s message crumpled in his left hand still hadn’t settled all the way yet.
It had been a physical blow to him, threatening to destroy so many of his carefully laid plans. He couldn’t fathom how this had even been possible. He’d had all of the players watched, carefully tracking their movements to ensure just this sort of thing…
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