Miles rode back to Pearl Villa in silence.
The ride that normally helped clear his mind did nothing today.
The call from Commander Ray echoed in his head repeatedly.
More than a fifty Graveyard operatives.
Dead.
Nine locations.
Attacked simultaneously.
Missiles.
Ambushes.
Poison gas.
Someone had planned this for a very long time.
Someone powerful.
Someone who understood how dangerous Graveyard truly was.
The moment Miles entered his room, his expression became completely serious.
He walked directly toward a large wooden cupboard.
The doors opened.
Inside were neatly arranged documents and personal belongings.
Then he moved to the corner of the room.
A heavy steel safe stood there.
He entered several security codes.
Click.
The door unlocked.
Miles reached inside and pulled out five old folders.
They looked ordinary.
Yet each one represented a favor owed by an Ancient Clan.
The labels were clear.
The Kraken Clan.
The Sylph Clan.
The Raiju Clan.
