William knew the Reaper had remained indifferent so far because the number of masters was statistically insignificant. But the variables had changed.
The army on William's side was now a legitimate threat to the occupation of the city. Logic dictated that the Reaper must intervene personally to stabilise the collapse.
Yet, William knew his enemy. The Reaper didn't always follow logic; he was prone to the kind of erratic, spiteful moves that could decimate an army in a heartbeat.
To counter a move he couldn't predict, William finally deployed his final reserve—the fifty monsters he had kept hidden. They slipped away, moving stealthily through the shadows toward different corners of the city, becoming the silent guardians of his next trap.
He didn't want to see his enemies escape the trap he had painstakingly laid with Becky. He hadn't asked for these invaders to set foot in his world, but since they had chosen to cross that threshold, he had no intention of letting them leave.
