The room fell into a heavy silence.
Elliot leaned back in the wooden chair, eyes half-closed, fingers tapping faintly on the table's edge. Arlo stood before him, arms crossed, waiting for a response.
"I'll take on the first mission myself," Elliot finally said, voice cold, calculated. "Spying on the Methane Union. I will destroy the Griffmelud Empire."
Arlo's expression shifted slightly. "That will take time."
"I know." Elliot stood, turning toward the darkened window. "But everything starts now. Inform the Organization's Council. Our first target will be Goran. Then... Ena."
He turned, his tone sharp. "The world will understand the meaning of pain I've endured, my brother."
Arlo raised an eyebrow. "Brother? What are you—"
But Elliot interrupted, eyes gleaming with a dark grin.
"Darious knows my identity," he said.
"What?"
"He's known for some time. But he's done nothing to stop our Organization. Because Darious… wants to bring down his own brothers to rule Griffmelud alone."
Arlo's eyes widened. "Are you saying—"
Elliot took a step forward, his voice rising with a terrifying calm.
"We will destroy his plans. Inform the Council now. Elliot will handle this first mission personally."
He paused. "Because my dear brothers… still need to be taught a lesson."
Arlo's breath caught. "You… You're from the royal family?"
Elliot grinned—a mad, cold, hysterical grin.
"Yes. I am Elliot de Griff. And I will burn Griffmelud to the ground."
Arlo took a step back, overwhelmed. "Understood… I'll inform them right away."
Elliot turned away once more, his voice nothing but a chilling whisper:
"Let the game begin."