Chapter 165: Desperation and Suspicion

Conor watched from the shadows of the council chamber as the discussions droned on. He could feel Kerrigan’s growing unease beside him, the subtle shifts in the room not lost on either of them.

The High Council, which had once been a place where Kerrigan’s voice held weight, was beginning to turn.

Conversations were becoming more fragmented, and the same member who had supported her so staunchly a few weeks ago, Councilor Merric, now seemed intent on subtly steering discussions away from her cause.

Conor could see it in the way Merric phrased his questions, how he cast doubt on her evidence without outright discrediting it.

Kerrigan’s knuckles tightened against the armrest of her chair, her frustration masked by a calm expression. She noticed the shift too. Conor had learned to read her well, even in these formal settings where every word, every glance, could tip the balance of power.

The tension in the room was palpable, and Conor could feel the weight of Abraxas thrumming through Ke