Beside the Molten Lava Long Table.
Patrick squinted his eyes, cautiously scrutinizing the slightly blurred figures within the shielding barrier, guessing the topic they were currently discussing.
Was Lord Kannai expressing dissatisfaction with Belfinger's lateness?
Or had He recognized Belfinger's identity?
Or did He have some special task to entrust to that bird-headed figure?
The silent atmosphere always lends itself to wild speculation—especially in this new meeting room, where the overhead bone dome and the molten lava long table before them both amplify certain aspects of the ambiance—after overcoming the initial excitement and thrill of recognizing a Great Wizard serving as the Sin Bearer, Patrick's sensitivity as an aristocratic wizard inadvertently gave birth to some dreadful conjectures.
