In a Castle ,Everion
The round chamber was silent except for the low hum of divine wards etched into the walls.
At the center, a circular table of obsidian hovered slightly above the floor. Around it sat the hooded divine figures, their forms indistinct, their presence alone enough to bend the air. At the far end, the High Minister stood with his hands clasped behind his back, expression tightly controlled.
"Tyron should have returned by now," the minister said, voice sharp.
"Did she reach Sylas?"
A guard stepped forward and dropped to one knee, head bowed deeply toward the hooded figures.
"My lords… we failed to capture Eirenyssa."
The minister's eyes narrowed.
"She escaped?"
"Yes," the guard replied. "But instead of heading toward Lord Sylas's palace… she fled to the mortal realm."
The words lingered.
"…The mortal realm?" the minister repeated slowly.
His fingers tightened.
"And Tyron?" he asked. "He followed her, did he not?"
The guard nodded
