Chapter 94: The Deeper Conspiracy

The figure stepped into the clearing, his face still obscured by the shadows of the trees.

My senses were on high alert, every muscle in my body tensed, ready to spring into action if necessary.

Beside me, Marlow shifted uneasily, his eyes never leaving the stranger.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear coursing through my veins. “What do you want?”

The figure chuckled softly, a low, menacing sound that sent a chill down my spine. “Who I am doesn’t matter, Luna,” he said, taking a step closer. “What matters is what I represent.”

“And what’s that?” Marlow asked, his voice hard and edged with suspicion.

The man stepped forward, the dim moonlight finally illuminating his face. He was older, with a stern expression and sharp, calculating eyes.

There was something eerily familiar about him, but I couldn’t quite place it.

“I represent the interests of those who have grown tired of the current order,” he said, his gaze fixed on me. “We are the ones who have been wat