Elena tasted metal on her tongue even before the calls began, a bitter tang that grounded her to the here and now, a precursor to the incoming waves of fear.
A day after the meeting, they continued to receive calls, which came in waves; their secure channels were lighting up one after another, encrypted frequencies layered with psychic signatures that Elena could sense before the voices even spoke.
Each call carried a different flavor of fear and resolve, but all of them shared the same underlying truth:
The Veil, once a clandestine network operating from the shadows, had lost its invisibility. Their intricate web of influence across various sectors, while working underground, they use their unseen hand to manipulate events in Mondrovia, amass resources from the economy, and still present themselves as plaques of power that legitimize their actions.
