Spring brought warmth, but the warmth did not reach Jonathan's heart. Trusted allies began acting strangely, messages intercepted, plans foiled. Jonathan realized the enemy had infiltrated deeper than he had imagined. Trust was a luxury he could no longer afford.
A private meeting with a supposed ally ended in ambush. Hidden blades and arcane traps forced Jonathan into a desperate defensive stance. Hamon surged through him, each strike precise, pushing back both the physical and the psychological attack. The ally revealed himself as a traitor, swearing loyalty to the enemy for promises of power and gold.
Jonathan's sword gleamed in the morning light as he subdued the traitor. Even in victory, a bitter realization settled over him: the enemy's influence was woven into every layer of the city. Every smile could hide deception, every handshake could conceal death. The burden of the Jorwick legacy was heavier than ever.