In that instant, many images flashed through Wade's mind—
The Island in the Atlantic Ocean where countless sins had been buried; the all-consuming Obscurus; Hailey and Mabel, dependent on each other for survival; and the many bases swallowed by Grindelwald's flames.
Candlelight flickered in Grindelwald's pupils.
"We've been tracking these thieves for a long time. But they're like goblins—no matter how many nests you destroy, new ones always crawl out from somewhere unexpected."
"Prometheus... a vast organization secretly led by the highest-ranking Muggle elites, financial magnates, and government officials. Their ultimate goal isn't to hunt wizards, but to dissect, analyze, plunder, and ultimately claim that power for themselves."
"This plan had already begun even before the Witch Hunt!"
Wade listened quietly, his fingers absently rubbing against the rough grain of the bench.
Everything he had seen on that Island remained deeply etched in Wade's mind. He did not hesitate to assume the very worst of those people.
At the same time, Wade caught the faint chill and frustration in Grindelwald's tone.
—Because an organization like that perhaps had no true leader or core cadre at all. It was not a gang that could be completely dismantled by taking out a few key figures.
So long as the desires within human hearts did not vanish completely, and so long as the gulf between wizards and Muggles remained impossible to ignore, "Prometheus" would never disappear.
Even if they eradicated the current, deeply entrenched organization, new "fire-stealers" would continue to emerge without end.
No matter how powerful the Acolytes were, they could hardly kill every Muggle.
Grindelwald paused, then continued, "We can confirm that Prometheus's largest faction is in the United States. Their tentacles may have taken root in every corner of Muggle society—banks, convenience stores, the military, schools, hospitals! Everywhere!"
"Their methods