Kronos kept his expression impassive. Seeing the lack of mirth in his tone, Kadelas frowned.
"You're serious..."
He took a deep breath, his pale crimson eyes narrowing with unease.
"I wouldn't have called you all here if I was not. However, I can understand the reaction... those words sound like an uninspired joke."
There was a soft sigh from the man with bags under his eyes. The man was Duke Astranova, his weary face illuminated by the faint magical glow of the council chamber.
"You mean someone actually managed to defeat Ashcroft... forcing him into a retreat?"
Grand Duke Brightwater glanced at everyone present, his imposing frame leaning forward, his eyes hard.
"Over the years we have joined with the Temple and dealt with Ashcroft's fragments, but none of those fragments have any will. However, this was Ashcroft himself."
Narrowing his eyes, his voice deepened.
