Chapter hundred Sixty- one

In the heart of the Blade in Shadows' headquarters,

Jackson stood at the head of the briefing hall, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he surveyed the map spread out before him.

His mind was focused on the task at hand - bringing the country back to a state of peace amidst the chaos and turmoil that gripped the land.

But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the arrival of a battered and bruised member of the Blades in Shadows.

Jackson's eyes narrowed in concern as the member entered the room, his expression grim with the weight of what he had witnessed.

"What the hell happened to you?" Jackson demanded, his voice laced with urgency.

The member took a deep breath, his gaze weary and haunted.

"The old king's men, sir," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jackson's jaw clenched with anger at the mention of their adversaries.

"You didn't stop the bomb?" he asked, his tone sharp with reproach.

The member shook his head, his eyes downcast.

"No, we did, sir," he

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