"Two weeks! Two whole weeks and you all have nothing!"
King Oberon's voice echoed through the council chamber as he slammed his palm against the round table.
The eight guild masters of Dragonhold and Grand Magus Talen were in tense silence, with each one avoiding direct eye contact with their king.
"Fourteen more days from now and the Holy Grail War begins, and yet we have nothing on the champions of the kingdoms across the seas!"
Oberon was speaking of the other continents, the lands beyond Valaross. Those were the true unknowns and threats he couldn't measure or prepare for.
"Your Grace, if I may—" Talen began, raising one hand.
"No, you may not." Oberon cut him off sharply. "You all should leave my presence."
The room fell silent.
"Leave now!" he yelled again as his frustration boiled over.
Slowly, the guild masters and the grand magus rose from their seats.
