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Chapter 39: Whispers of War
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2025-01-09 09:00:40Diego stood at the head of the pack table, listening intently as Pippo laid out the latest intel. The hand-drawn sigils pinned to the wall behind him looked eerily familiar, each one marking the sites of recent rogue attacks.
“These sigils were found at three separate sites,” Pippo began, tapping the largest drawing. “At first, I thought they were random markings. But after comparing them to some old texts…” He hesitated, drawing in a breath. “They’re part of a ritual. The rogues aren’t just attacking—they’re carrying out something far more calculated.”
A murmur rippled through the pack. Alessandro frowned, crossing his arms. “You’re saying these aren’t just random raids? That someone’s controlling them?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” Pippo said, his voice grim. “And whoever’s behind it has access to ancient knowledge. These ar
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