Arc Chronicles

Cal - Euph

Euphemia Arc

Rachel Edgecombe regarded me, in the same way, I regarded her. The two of us were sizing the other up, searching for any weakness. Or at least I was. Her files were impressive, I couldn't deny that, but she was also part of the Office of Secret Intelligence. My father's first and last line of defense. They were masters of shadow work and crafting illusions were part of that work.

What if her files were false? A created myth to foster fear of this Rachel Edgecombe figure. It wouldn't be the first time the Office of Secret Intelligence has created such figures, but it would be the first time the OSI created a myth within its own ranks. What would be the point of that? Her records were sealed, no more person would have access to them. It would be pointless.

Unless this character was made to intimidate people like me, people who had the power to see her records and have to deal with her. I hoped she wasn't some constructed phantom and at least from the look in her eyes, she d