What was a spy?
A spy was not a hero. Heroes were remembered. They were named, they were praised.
But a spy was forgotten by design. They didn't swing swords in the open or shout their victories to the world.
No.
They watch. They wait. And when the moment comes, they act just enough to keep the world from tipping too far in one direction.
They traded certainty for doubt, and force for patience. They gather truths others would rather bury, and decide which of them must be brought into the light… and which are safe in the shadow.
If they did their work well, nothing changed. Cities stood. Wars didn't start. Tyrants stumbled before they could even rise.
They didn't seek loyalty. They didn't demand faith.
All they asked was judgment, the kind that knew when to intervene and when to walk away. Because the hardest part of spycraft wasn't doing something terrible for a good cause. It was doing nothing at all…
