The Causatum of Revenge: Thatcher Series

[56] 𝗚𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗔𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

[56]

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Orson prided himself on being a master strategist. His mind was like a labyrinth, full of devious twists and turns that led his enemies astray, as he played a dangerous game that danced on the edge of shadows.

He returned after narrowly escaping the clutches of Astley and Sienna. With a smirk playing on his lips, Orson reveled in his successful ploy against them, relishing in the knowledge that even those who thought themselves cunning could be outwitted.

In the dimly lit chamber, Cosette's voice pierced the heavy silence.

"You're late, Orson," she chided, her tone laced with a hint of irritation. Orson simply nodded, offering a crisp salute in acknowledgment.

Turning her attention to the gathered group, Cosette continued, "The new Acolytes have arrived."

Orson's gaze drifted to the six figures arranged before him - three boys and three girls, each bearing the mark of their allegiance.
The other members gathered in silence, their faces cloaked in shadows, each bearing the weight of their own secrets and schemes.

Noticing the absence of Aella, Orson questioned, "Where's Aella?" the room fell into a hushed stillness until Cosette finally spoke.

"She's dead. Killed by Zadkiel." Orson's expression remained impassive, betraying no hint of sorrow or regret for the fallen 3rd rank.

Cosette's voice rang out once more, commanding the attention of the group.

"Tonight, we make our move to the island." the shields nodded in silent agreement. The plan had been set in motion weeks ago - an audacious attempt to infiltrate Thatcher's sacred island.

Hayes, the astute tactician of the group, spoke next, his words laden with strategic foresight.

"The island is vast, and the four of them are already there. They may not have crossed paths yet." Hayes had dispatched Dryke and Elara to the island, uncertain of their fate in the face of looming danger.

Orson's cold demeanor remained unaltered as he revealed his part in the plan.

"Astley and Sienna have also been sent, though they may already be dead, ensnared in a trap of their own making. Their ignorance will be their undoing, as they wander unknowingly into their own demise even unaware that they tread within a floating coffin." a chill settled over the room, a stark reminder of Orson's calculated ruthlessness.

With every move meticulously planned and every word uttered laced with hidden meanings, the fate of all who dared to cross paths with him hung precariously in the balance.

Cosette, with her keen intuition and silent demeanor, navigated the treacherous landscape with a grace that belied the turmoil within her heart. She knew Orson all too well, his cunning tactics and strategic prowess in every game they played. Even in silence, their unspoken connection spoke volumes, a bond forged through shared victories and whispered alliances.