King opened the message panel and typed.
[King: I need to talk. Available?]
For someone he hadn't contacted in a while, the reply came rather quickly.
[Pantheon: I am.]
King typed without preamble, laying out what Hunt had presented in the mountain office, the framing around the Third Woe, the Kingdom Building Phase, the scale of what the Hunter's Association had already constructed. He kept it factual and direct.
He sent it and waited.
Pantheon's response arrived in segments, each one following the last after a short pause like he wrote with care rather than impulse.
[Pantheon: I'm aware of Hunt's plan. I've had observation on his organization since the early days.]
[Pantheon: I also know you were at the mountain fortress today. My reach is broader than most players account for.]
King's focus fixed on the second message. Pantheon had eyes inside Hunt's territory, or near enough to it that King's visit had registered without Pantheon being physically present.
