Every corner of the hall, illuminated by thousands of candles, was baptized in light; it was impossible for the darkness ruling the outside to seep in through the tightly drawn curtains. The three men arrayed around the Round Table raised their goblets as the double-leaf wooden doors swung open.
"Took you long enough!"
Flavyo, showing up in the garments he wore that morning, slowly sipped the wine in his goblet where the light danced.
"I suppose Gorgana, the Daughter of Darkness, has relinquished the Martial Arts Division Leadership; just look at her, making a show of force to little boys."
Abelionni tossed the hair falling over his face back; there was nothing to conceal the unique gash he possessed. Even though the two Division Leaders voiced reprimands suited to their own demeanors, Gorgana paid them no mind. Gliding among the candles that made her snow-white skin appear even more radiant, she raised the goblet set aside for her.
