FIA
They told me I would wait in a private lounge.
Elder Matthias delivered the information with the same neutral efficiency he had shown since arriving at Skollrend. There was also talk about how they needed time to verify the voice recording, to cross-reference what I had provided with whatever evidence they had already compiled. The trial would not begin until everything was in order.
But even then, it seemed like they were working against time.
"Sentinel Baruch will escort you," he said.
I nodded. There was nothing else to do but wait.
Baruch moved ahead of us through the entrance, his posture military-straight as we crossed the threshold. The marble floors gleamed under the morning light streaming through tall windows. Everything looked exactly as I remembered. The same portraits of past Lunas and Alphas stared down with painted eyes that followed movement. The same cold elegance that had always felt more like a museum than a home.
