Very soon, the human powerhouses exchanged uneasy glances, their brows tightly furrowed.
At the same time, the same name surfaced in all of their minds:
The Shadow Council!
A scheme of this scale, a hand so skilled at using the entire continent as a chessboard—who else could it be but that organization made up of human traitors?
What a vicious plot!
On one side, they were using the Sixfold Host to pressure Winterhold, forcing the Empire to keep sending reinforcements north.
And where could those reinforcements come from?
Only from the Watchers stationed at the Abyss Rift.
Once the defenses at the Abyss Rift were weakened to a certain point, that would be the day the shadowkin broke free of their seal!
When that time came, the Empire would face shadowkin invasion from within and non-human armies besieging it from without.
Internal strife and external threat, attacking from both sides—the human race would be plunged into utter ruin!
This was a naked, unavoidable stratagem.
