Chapter 232: The Council in the Dark
The cavern was cold and silent, its stone walls slick with moisture that seeped from the earth.
The air was thick and heavy, carrying the scent of damp rock and something older that none could identify. A single candle burned at the centre of the space, its flame small and wavering, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. The light was weak but sufficient, revealing the forms of those who had gathered there—figures cloaked and masked, their faces hidden, their identities unknown.
It was night above.
The moon would be high over the capital, pale and indifferent, casting its silver light upon the sleeping city.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Then a woman stepped forward.
Her cloak was dark, her hood drawn low. Her hands were clasped before her.
"The priestess is dead?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
