Inside the Redwyne mansion, music played and legs danced. Male and female members of elite families laughed and clicked glasses with one another. Business went on over the tables, the powerful men of London concluding great deals over bottles of wine. Yet a shadow lurked among them, watching closely with a determined gaze, ready to execute chaos.Lord Redwyne sat on the highest table. With him were the most powerful men in the world. The prime minister of the nation sat with him, and so did President Stevenson of Twillightoria. They were the special guests of honor.Prince Achilles observed the trio from a notable distance, sitted strategically within the ball room. Lord Redwyne was probably the wealthiest man in the country, and politicians were servants of wealth. If Stevenson is here all the way from his country, then that meant that the Lord Redwyne must know something about the terrorist attack on the planes or about what the military did, almost killing everyone on board includi