The empty room was dimly lit, the faint glow casting flickering shadows on the walls. Gregory stood at one end of a large, weathered table, his arms crossed as he spoke. Ryder leaned against the opposite side, tension evident in his stance, while Dorian lounged casually in a chair, his usual smirk firmly in place.
“We need a strategy,” Gregory began, his voice steady but laced with urgency. “Convincing the Council isn’t going to be easy, especially with the current… circumstances.”
Dorian waved a hand lazily. “Circumstances? Oh, you mean Evelyn’s little science experiment with Kyra’s blood?” He straightened slightly, his tone turning sharper. “Yes, Aleister isn’t particularly fond of that. So, here’s my idea: if we eliminate Evelyn, then maybe—just maybe—that will earn us some points wit
