The council chamber was dimly lit, the flickering torches casting elongated shadows on the stone walls. The weight of recent events pressed heavily upon us. Kane stood at the head of the table, his eyes scanning the faces of those present. Leila, Marcus, Noah, and I sat in silence, awaiting his words.
"We've rooted out the immediate threat," Kane began, his voice steady but laced with underlying tension. "But Syren's influence runs deeper than we anticipated. We need to understand her next move."
Leila leaned forward, her brow furrowed. "Syren was always strategic. She wouldn't have revealed her intentions through the rogue unless she wanted us to know. It's a distraction."
Marcus nodded in agreement. "She's making us look one way while she strikes from another direction."
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