"My deepest apologies, Your Majesty."

Dozens of elite Burrows agents knelt before Beydia.

Seated upon an ornate throne, she crossed her legs, her delicate brow furrowed.

“Not even a single lead…?”

“…I’m afraid not, Your Majesty.”

The gaming company DreamStory, the entity behind Akashic Archive, was attempting to resurrect the dark god.

To prevent the worst-case scenario, Beydia had mobilized all Burrows elite agents, pulling them from their current assignments to dedicate their efforts toward uncovering DreamStory’s true nature.

After all, if the most powerful intelligence guild on the continent devoted itself to the task, surely they would find something—anything.

But there was nothing.

Not a single new piece of information.

They couldn’t even determine the scale or location of DreamStory, let alone identify any of its members.

The only clue they had ever found dated back to the game's initial release.

A nameless individual had withdrawn a significant sum from The Frugal Restraint bank—an account linked to Akashic Archive.

But that was an old lead, one they had already investigated.

At the time, even questioning the bank’s staff about it had left them trembling in fear.

Whoever had been responsible… must have been an Apostle of the dark god.

Beydia left the agents behind and entered her private chamber, gripping her head in frustration.

The only tangible clue remaining was that the individuals managing Akashic Archive’s offline events and merchandise production were Apostles of [Wisdom].

Since they were connected to a Constellation, direct action against them wasn’t possible.@@novelbin@@

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