"December 1st. The winds of war are close enough to sweep away everything we know—yet the fleets we sent are still somewhere out at sea!"
Ceasar's face burned crimson inside his private office. He stabbed the red call button and roared at his aide.
The fleet he had dispatched five months earlier to investigate the Puppet Society still hadn't returned. Worse, contact with them had been lost entirely.
He'd sent a special task force to look for the missing ships—only for that team to disappear as well.
—Believe me, sir! We don't know anything! Every ship vanished from radar less than three minutes after reaching its destination!—
Veins bulged across Caesar's forehead. "A third of our future battles will be naval. Losing an entire fleet for no reason is unacceptable!"
—What are your orders, sir?—
"Information," Caesar growled, forcing himself calm. "I want a full report on how and why they vanished."
