The fracture began where Kael did not expect it.
Not at the front.
Not at the edge of expansion.
But inside.
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Fen Crossing.
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The report arrived at dawn.
Short.
Clean.
Wrong.
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"Three workers dead. No witnesses. No forced entry. Storage intact."
Dren read it twice.
"Bandits don't do that."
"No," Liora said.
"They don't."
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Kael didn't speak.
He was already moving.
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By the time they reached Fen Crossing, the settlement had changed.
Not visibly.
That was the problem.
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No panic.
No smoke.
No chaos.
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Just—
fear.
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Ressa met them at the gate.
Her expression was controlled.
Too controlled.
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"This isn't Crimson Ash," she said immediately.
Kael looked at the bodies.
Laid out.
Clean cuts.
Precise.
No struggle.
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Execution.
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"Who saw them last?" he asked.
"No one."
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Wrong.
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Kael crouched.
Looked closer.
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No defensive wounds.
No panic marks.
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They had trusted whoever killed them.
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Elara spoke softly.
"This isn't war."
"No."
Kael stood.
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"This is insertion."
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Liora's grip tightened.
"Virel?"
Kael shook his head.
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"No."
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A pause.
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"Something else."
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And for the first time since becoming Roadlord—
Kael felt it.
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Not pressure.
Not opposition.
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Unknown.
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Good.
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Because unknown enemies—
were the ones worth killing properly.