chapter 482

Dexter’s gaze shifted from the map to the man standing before them. There was a quiet intensity about him, something that said he wasn’t just another player in this game. He was a survivor, someone who had been in the trenches long enough to understand the stakes. His name, he had said, was Erik, and though his appearance was nondescript—nothing more than a tall, wiry figure in a faded jacket—there was a sharpness to his every movement that spoke of experience. He wasn’t someone to underestimate.

“We need to be clear about one thing,” Erik said, his voice low, steady. “You’re not just dealing with a criminal organization. The Ouroboros is something far worse. They’re embedded everywhere—corporations, governments, media. They own the strings that make the world move. And they’ve made sure no one gets close enough to sever them.”

Charlotte crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “We’re not here to hear about how impossible it is. We know what they’re capable of. We’re here to end them.”

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