Percival grinned with a hint of mischief. "Looking to delve into the secrets of the ancient warrior lineages, are you? Well, I'm your guy. I'll be your greatest asset." Vance placed the business card on the table, his finger tapping over the name Mr. Percy, and asked with a serious tone, "So, you trust me now?"

Doubts about his alleged betrayal of the Vanguard Agency had always gnawed at him.

He did harbor ulterior motives, sure, but staining his hands with betrayal? That was a line he would not cross.

Percival's lips curved slightly. "Your obsession is solely with the ancient warrior lineages."

Vance fell silent, mulling over his options.

An alliance with Percival could indeed clear the fog shrouding the mysteries of the ancient warrior lineages.

But trust was not on the table, and their partnership was fraught with peril.

Now, cut off from the Agency's mainframe, he was blind to the secrets he sought. He needed an external ally.

"Why help me?" Vance finally asked.

Percival lowered his gaze briefly, then met Vance's eyes. "Your fixation with the ancient warrior lineages runs deep. I'd rather assist you now than risk others exploiting you later." The insinuation stung Vance like a slap across the face.

"So, you and Vivienne still suspect I might betray the Agency!"

Percival did not deny it. "In my eyes, you were never the saint."

Vance was momentarily lost for words.

Indeed, in his pursuit of the truth behind the ancient warrior lineages, he had strayed from his initial path.

Conscience had become a distant echo, fading with time.

with me. Aren't you afraid I might double-cross

the second reason I'm willing to gamble on

yes, but had also arranged for his survival and, in the shadows, safeguarded Griffin, proving her

was not

heavily. "Fine. Since you've made up your mind, I'll

next week, or our

are, whatever you do, don't forget

through that door, he would no longer be a Vanguard Agency operative. Their ties would be severed

the Vanguard Agency. Percival's resignation sent shock waves through the Rivenwood Vanguard Agency

seemed to question his own existence, bombarding

and you don't know why he quit?" Soren's eyes were red with disbelief. Equally

you, I don't know! Cut it out!"

a scuffle, which Thomas and Anna quickly broke

"Enough!" Thomas bellowed.

on Thomas. "And you? As his assistant, you must

know? I got the news at the same time as you did!" Thomas

down? Have you forgotten what the deputy director told us?" The three finally regained their composure, with Thomas taking

leisurely at the

waiting, revving her motorcycle's engine as Percival's

unemployed, hop on! Let's catch the wind!" She called out, her voice cutting through

breeze tousled their hair and stirred their

car, methodically unbuttoning his tailored suit jacket and tossing it

with one hand,

surprisingly in harmony with his biker attire-a striking figure

engine

frame, resting her head on

moment, they were

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