The nine heirs outside the door composed their expressions and stepped inside.
The Ancestral Hall Conference Room was more spacious than imagined.
Twelve stone pillars supported the dome, each one covered in ancient Runes.
Deep within the Runes, a faint golden Energy flowed slowly.
In the center of the hall stood a massive, circular stone table.
Five figures were seated around the edge of the stone table.
All were dressed in identical grayish-white Long Robes, their faces wizened and their eye sockets deep-set.
But when they opened their eyes, the very air in the conference room seemed to freeze for an instant.
Five Level Three Great Witches. A few of the Elders were not present.
They just sat there, motionless, yet a Spiritual Suppression as vast as an abyss already blanketed the entire hall.
Aidele's breath hitched slightly.
She could feel the pulse of the Earth Vein beneath her feet... before these five, it actually grew faint and sluggish.
