With the rogue demons of the Crimson Wastes pledging their tentative loyalty, Arkanis and his companions knew their rebellion had taken its first step. But a single step wasn't enough to topple the council. They needed more allies—those who could slip past enemy lines undetected and gather information critical to their cause.
Their journey took them to the Shattered Isles, a sprawling network of jagged landmasses hovering over a tempestuous sea of clouds. The Isles were said to be home to the elusive Shadow Syndicate, a guild of assassins and spies with no allegiance to anyone but themselves. If anyone could infiltrate the council's inner circle, it was them.
Zyre eyed the drifting platforms with trepidation. "I still don't see why I have to be the bait," he grumbled as the group prepared to approach the Syndicate's hideout.
"Because you're the least likely to get killed on sight," Elara said with a smirk. "They might actually mistake you for one of their own."
"And you, Doshi-sama's esteemed 'Hero,' would be welcomed with open arms?" Zyre quipped, though he adjusted his cloak and made his way forward.
As they followed Zyre's lead, the air grew colder, and the shadows deeper. The Syndicate's headquarters was a labyrinth of narrow pathways and hidden alcoves, guarded by figures cloaked in darkness. When the trio finally reached the central chamber, they were met with silence and a dozen piercing stares.
At the heart of the room stood a slender figure, their face concealed by a mask etched with intricate runes. Their voice was smooth yet commanding as they addressed the group. "Lord Arkanis, to what do we owe this...visit?"
Arkanis stepped forward, his voice steady. "I've come with a proposition. Your skills are unparalleled, and your reach extends farther than the council imagines. Join our cause, and together, we can create a world where power no longer means oppression."
The masked leader tilted their head, a soft chuckle escaping them. "Bold words from a Demon Lord. But what makes you think the Syndicate would risk its neutrality for your rebellion?"
Elara stepped in, her tone sharp. "Neutrality won't save you when the council decides you're a threat. You're already operating in their shadow—how long before they try to snuff you out completely?"
The room was silent for a moment, tension crackling in the air. Finally, the leader spoke again. "You speak of rebellion, yet you come to us with nothing but promises. If you want our loyalty, you'll have to prove your worth."
"And how do we do that?" Arkanis asked.
The leader's eyes glinted behind their mask. "There's a council informant operating within the Isles. Eliminate them, and perhaps we'll consider your proposal."