"Headmaster, the Citadel Elites have gathered."
Thalen withdrew his gaze from the compound to look at the man standing at the entrance, watching him.
"Thank you, Treasure."
He faced the passive observer by the side.
"Master Ilitis, do you care to join us? Perhaps you could help us in some way as we discuss the way forward."
Ilitis was silent for almost a second, then he bowed and walked inside.
Thalen also followed.
Behind the balcony was an expansive hall that looked like a dining area for a large party, but most of the chairs were stacked against the walls of the building.
Glamorous and glittering chandeliers dropped down from the ceiling, hanging quite low, their light subtle but reflective and brightening the white theme of the entire enclosure.
A few people were scattered around—some stood alone while others stood with each other. As they saw Thalen enter, all of them slowly began to walk towards each other.
