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The reinforcements arrived faster than Grim had expected, Four more dragons descended from the sky, their dark reddish armor marking them as part of the rebel forces. But it was the fifth dragon that made Captain Zhen tense—an older warrior whose body was covered in scars.

"Commander Taiwei," the original guard said. "These three claim to be defectors with information about loyalist movements."

Commander Taiwei’s eyes were sharp as broken glass as he studied the three supposed refugees. His gaze lingered on Captain Zhen for a moment longer than the others, and Grim felt his heart skip a beat. Recognition was dangerous.

"Defectors," Commander Taiwei repeated. "In my experience, dragons who abandon their posts usually do so for personal gain rather than conviction."

"Not all of us had the luxury of choosing our initial loyalties," Lin replied smoothly. "Some of us served where we were assigned and only later came to understand the truth."

"And what truth is that?" Commander Taiwei asked, circling them slowly like a predator evaluating prey.

"That Ao Qin’s weakness has made our realm vulnerable," Lin said, the words clearly causing her internal pain even as she spoke them. "That his diplomatic approach has left us defenseless against the very forces that are now tearing apart the sea realms."

Commander Taiwei’s expression showed grudging approval at her answer, but his attention had shifted to Grim. "And this one? Humans don’t typically serve in South Sea military units."

The question hung in the air like a blade waiting to fall. Grim could feel the eyes of all the rebels focused on him, their suspicion palpable. This was the moment their deception could unravel entirely.

"He’s a... consultant," Lin said carefully, but Grim could hear the hesitation in her voice. "The loyalists have been working with human allies from the surface world. We thought his knowledge might be valuable to your cause."

"A human consultant," Commander Taiwei repeated, his tone making it clear what he thought of that explanation. "How convenient. And I suppose this human consultant just happened to be traveling with you when you decided to defect?"

"Actually," Grim said, stepping forward before Lin could respond, "I sought them out. When the North Sea fell to the same forces that attacked here, I realized that the traditional approaches weren’t working. I needed to find dragons who understood that sometimes you have to fight fire with fire."

It was a calculated risk, but Grim had read the situation correctly. Commander Taiwei’s expression shifted from suspicion to interest at the mention of the North Sea.

"You were in the North Sea when it was attacked?" the commander asked.

"I was," Grim confirmed. "I saw what Jiaolong’s forces could do when they caught defenders unprepared. I saw how quickly disciplined troops could be overwhelmed."

"And you believe our cause is the solution?" Commander Taiwei pressed.

"I believe that strength respects strength," Grim replied. "The diplomatic approach failed in the North Sea. It failed here in the South Sea. Maybe it’s time to try something different."

One of the younger rebels stepped forward, his expression eager. "Commander, if he really was in the North Sea, he could have valuable information."

"Perhaps," Commander Taiwei said slowly. "But first, let’s verify their story about loyalist plans. You mentioned information that could save lives."

This was the test Lin had been dreading. The rebels were asking for specific details about the loyalists—information they couldn’t possibly have.

"Ao Qin is planning a counterattack," Lin said, choosing her words carefully. "He’s trying to coordinate with the surviving forces from other realms to mount a unified response against Jiaolong."

"When?" Commander Taiwei demanded.

"Soon," Lin replied. "Within days, possibly hours. That’s why we had to reach you immediately."

"And the target of this counterattack?"

Lin hesitated for just a moment—long enough for Grim to realize she was about to guess, which could be disastrous if she guessed wrong.

"The communication arrays," Grim interjected smoothly. "He knows that your coordination are your greatest advantage. Cut off your ability to communicate, and your forces become isolated and vulnerable."

Commander Taiwei’s eyes narrowed. "You seem remarkably well-informed for a human consultant." frёewebnoѵēl.com

"Information is my specialty," Grim replied. "It’s why they kept me around despite the... obvious complications."

"Speaking of complications," Commander Taiwei said, "you present quite a problem for us. Even if we accept that you’re genuine defectors, harboring a human could be seen as... questionable by some of our allies."

The threat was implicit but clear. Grim’s presence endangered not just himself but Lin and Captain Zhen as well.

"I understand the difficulty," Lin said quickly. "But he has information that could help protect your forces. Surely that’s worth some inconvenience?"

"That remains to be seen," Commander Taiwei replied. "For now, you’ll all come with us to the main stronghold. Our intelligence officers will want to debrief you thoroughly."

As they were escorted deeper into rebel territory, Grim noticed that their route was taking them through increasingly fortified positions. Watchtowers became more numerous, the guards more alert, and the defensive preparations more sophisticated. If they needed to escape, each step was making that prospect more difficult.

"Stay close," Captain Zhen whispered as they walked. "And remember—we’re refugees, not infiltrators. Act grateful for their protection."

The main rebel stronghold was built into the side of the volcano. The architecture was impressive—every corridor could serve as a defensive chokepoint.

"Impressive," Grim observed genuinely as they entered the main hall.

"This is what real dragons can accomplish when they’re not constrained by diplomatic niceties," Commander Taiwei said with obvious pride. "Functionality over appearance."

They were led to a waiting chamber where other dragons came and went. The conversations Grim overheard spoke of supply lines, patrol schedules, and tactical assessments.

"You’ll wait here while we prepare proper quarters," Commander Taiwei announced. "Food and water will be provided, but you’ll remain under escort until the intelligence officers can verify your information."

After he left, they found themselves alone except for two guards who positioned themselves at the chamber’s entrance. The rebels were being cautious, but they weren’t treating them as prisoners—at least not yet.

"So far, so good," Lin whispered, moving closer to Grim under the pretense of examining the chamber’s volcanic stone walls.

"The hard part’s coming," Grim replied quietly. "When they start asking for details we can’t possibly know."

"I can handle questions about loyalists," Captain Zhen added. "But if they start asking about specific personnel or operational details..."

"We’ll adapt," Lin said with more confidence than Grim thought she felt. "We’ve come this far."

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a new dragon. Her armor was more elaborate than the guards’, marking her as someone of significant rank.

"I am Intelligence Commander Yuehua," she announced. "I’ll be conducting your initial debriefing."