The Last Blood Mage

The Hidden Hands' Plan

In a secluded corner of the war-torn capital, hidden from the chaos of battle, the members of the Hidden Hands gathered, their presence like a dark cloud over the city. Among them stood Valrian, identifiable by the wolf mask that seemed to sneer at the world around him.

The group huddled in the shadow of a crumbling wall, their conversation a sinister whisper amid the cacophony of war.

"Do you think the prince will go through with it? Killing his own father?" one member, clad in a raven mask, questioned, his voice laced with doubt.

Valrian, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light, replied with a confident sneer in his voice. "Oh, he will. David's head is so filled with lust and desire for power that he can't see the forest for the trees. Once Richard conquers Mooncrest, both kingdoms would naturally fall to David. But our dear prince is too blinded by his own vices to see the simplicity of it."

The group listened intently, their interest piqued by Valrian's insight into the