Eirene's expression was cold enough to frost steel. Her voice sliced through the tension like a blade.
"Obsidian Collegium," she said sharply. "You've been here for less than a day and already you're acting as though the Meridian Gate belongs to you. Are you declaring hostilities under the Concordium's sky?"
A faint ripple of fragrance passed through the robed figures.
The eldest lowered his raised hand. Not out of fear but out of discipline.
His tone was controlled, measured, and sharp.
"Floran Lady, we have no intention of disrespecting the Concordium.
But our ancestral divinations sensed an anomaly within the West Continent. There is an existence that may disrupt the world's balance. And we… seem to have found that said anomaly. Our duty requires that we act."
His logic was sound… but dangerous.
They were scholars, not brutes. They followed prophecy, not impulse.
A Celestial Proxy stepped forward. His voice resonated like a temple bell.
