Julian let his voice roll across the stone walls.
"Gentlemen..." he said, the single word sharp as a bell.
He told them Jared would stay contained in Grace Pavilion, watched, unharmed. Then he shifted.
A colder current settled in his tone. There was something more urgent on the table. He paused, a cold glint in his eyes. "The celestial envoy will arrive in three days, as usual, to collect this season's tribute and soul crystals."
At the mention of soul crystals, a faint unease pinched every elder's face. They all knew what those crystals were, and exactly where they came from.
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