While Raven was moving and planning his next moves, Argon, who had decided to end things on his end, was doing the same.
Even if it was midnight, the moment he returned to the Vaise main estate, he called for a hearing.
Every attending member was called, as it was a summons from the patriarch.
The bell tolled in the estate.
Its hollow clang echoed through the Vaise stronghold, reverberating against the stone walls of the great courtroom where the family gathered.
Torches burned low, casting long shadows across the marble floor.
Argon sat upon the throne at the head of the hall, his greatsword leaning against the armrest like a slumbering predator.
His eyes, sharper than steel, glinted in the firelight.
On his left sat Mariane Ros Vaise, crimson-eyed matriarch of the Ros branch, her posture rigid and regal.
To his right was Joseph Wal Vaise, blue-eyed, cold, and ever-measured.
