The Northern Capital did not fall into mass panic when Albedo pulled the first thread. It shifted instead, quietly, imperceptibly at first, like a body adjusting to a wound it had not yet realized was fatal.
Albedo watched it happen from within the flow, moving through streets and corridors of power with the same practiced restraint he had used the night before.
No dramatic gestures occurred and no-one openly confronted him. The various goons he had marked were all scrambling around as Albedo quietly applied pressure precisely where the city was weakest and where Everglade's web was most tightly knotted.
He had contacted Raven, and she had quickly gotten to work, the first collapse coming from House Valemont, starting off with an audit.
