Once the meeting between the Councilors had concluded, the seven Magi went on their separate ways.
Vulwin had to prepare for his journey to the Ulier Continent, while the rest, too, had important matters they needed to tend to.
However, four of the seven Councilors secretly rendezvoused at an unknown location within the fortress.
The small chamber was dimly lit, and the air reeked of ancient stone and parchment. This was one of the rooms inside this grand fortress that hadn't been used in centuries.
Agron Yeager, the leader of the Interventionists, couldn't help but ask with a frown, "Conducting such a meeting within the walls of the headquarters… you better have a good reason."
Nyle Damon, the leader of the Shadowblades, remained silent. His arms were crossed, and his old eyes were sharper than the finest blades as he leaned against the wall, cloaked in shadows.
"What is the matter now?" Asked an elderly dwarf. "Let us get this over with quickly. Lest someone suspects."
