[Circle Base — Main Room — 6:42 PM]
The room was too crowded for its size.
Alex in a chair. Grim on his shoulder. The three lights on his chest — crimson, violet, gold — low but present. 19,800 HP and the blood he had spat at the entrance already cleaned from the cobblestone but still in the memory of everyone who had seen it.
Emily to his right. Kira standing by the wall. Maya in the opposite chair with her notebook open and the map of Imperial City spread on the table even though no one needed it anymore.
Raven by the window looking at the street. Seraph at the end of the table. Jessica beside her with a new notebook.
Max in the center of the room with his arms crossed and the expression of someone who had spent four hours processing what had happened in the plaza and had reached a conclusion.
"You need to leave the continent."
No one answered.
"Not tomorrow." Max. "This week. The sooner the better."
Viktor from the back:
