Visha stood at the edge of the cliff, her gaze fixed on the lifeless body sprawled on the rocky shore below. The wind carried the scent of salt and decay, and she let out a heavy sigh. Wryn Hudel was dead. The man who had spent his life scheming and grasping for power had met an abrupt, violent end.
She lifted her phone and dialed. The line rang only once before Police Chief Argo answered.
"I was too late," Visha said, her voice tinged with frustration. "Wryn Hudel is dead."
A long silence followed. Then, Argo exhaled sharply. "I expected as much. His death was inevitable after the power struggle he got involved in. Keep an eye on Jaya Sebanil and Yuin Sebanil. If Wryn is dead, they might be next."
Visha turned her head slightly, observing the distant figure of Jaya Sebanil. "Jay is watching Yuin Sebanil. From what I can tell, he seems... fixated."
"That could mean trouble." Argo's voice held a note of concern. "Stay sharp."
