Winter had returned, and with it, cracks in Jonathan's alliances. A group of mercenaries he had trusted for reconnaissance were found conspiring with the enemy, selling secrets in exchange for promises of gold and power. The realization struck like a hammer: trust was a luxury he could no longer afford.
Jonathan confronted the mercenaries in an abandoned warehouse outside Windgrave. Hamon pulsed along his sword as he moved through the shadows, striking swiftly and efficiently. Each blow demonstrated both power and precision, forcing the traitors to retreat.
Even as he subdued them, Jonathan felt the weight of responsibility heavier than ever. Protecting the Jorwick legacy meant more than fighting—it meant anticipating betrayal and moving decisively before the enemy could exploit weakness. He knew that the full measure of his strength had yet to be tested.