The old man from World Zone sat in a private room.
This was not the hotel suite from before.
The room was larger and colder. Long lights ran across the ceiling, and the walls had no decoration except one dark map screen at the far end. Around the table sat many people, each one carrying the stillness of someone used to giving orders.
The old man was not at the head of the table today.
That alone showed the change.
In this room, he did not look like the person controlling the country branch. He looked like someone being called to answer for it.
Idris stood near one side with a file in his hand.
Sella and Brant were behind him.
Idris lowered his head and spoke carefully.
"Sir, this is everything we have been able to pull out until now."
He placed the file on the table.
The man sitting at the front did not touch it at once.
His name was Kael Duran.
