The previous night.
In an underground chamber somewhere in the outskirts of Ravenfell, the Master—whom we now know as Marden Benton—sat on a chair, whistling a merry tune.
He wore dark robes and, of course, he still had the wooden mask on. It was a powerful artifact that prevented others from peering through his presence. It also had anti-divination properties.
In front of him, across the table, sat two individuals.
This time, however, they did not conceal their appearances like in the previous meetings. It did not matter anymore, as the following day, the battle of Ravenfell would begin.
These were the traitors from the Council of Seven: Taron Norwood and Daniel Ranzenberg.
"So…" Marden began, his tone devoid of any seriousness. "Tomorrow is the day."
Taron couldn't help but shift in his seat, his expression utterly solemn. "Is it finally happening?"
Meanwhile, Ranzenberg remained silent. However, the narrowing of his eyes betrayed his calmness.
