Chapter 48 What Was False, Will Become Real

• The council tent was silent, dimly lit by torches casting restless shadows across the faces of those present. The air was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and damp earth. Daelan stood tall, arms crossed over his chest, watching Zephir, Kethan, Fedor, and the rest of the Gamma council with unflinching eyes. Each of them held judgment in their gaze.
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• "We’re changing the plan," he finally said, his calm slicing through the silence like a blade through flesh.