"Jack, what do you think? Is this feasible?"
Valerius turned, directing the question to the Clown. As the only one among them who had crossed swords with the Atlantean Demigods, his opinion carried the most weight.
"It's worth a shot," the Clown replied, his painted smile unreadable.
He wouldn't oppose it. If the recruitment succeeded, he would share the credit. It would mean another powerful ally within the Cult of Four's ecosystem, someone who owed them a favor.
As for his plans to elevate the Witch? Those would have to wait. Long-term strategy required patience.
Standing in the shadows, the Witch felt a bitter bile rise in her throat.
She and the Clown had descended upon the Silverwood Realm with a dual purpose: to crush the Champions Alliance and to win over Pontiffs Yriel and Valerius. These were supposed to be the stepping stones to her ascension.
Instead, Atlantis had emerged from the abyss and shattered her chessboard.
Damn it... damn it all.
Why?
