A soft click echoed through the chamber, and the voices dulled. The heavy doors shut again, and from their shadow stepped a woman in a black and blue Union uniform.
Her hair was jet black, falling straight down to her shoulders, but her eyes—violet, cold and piercing—commanded the room more than her presence alone. The faint glow of the crystal sunlamp reflected in them like twin shards of amethyst.
"Director Selene Veyra," Aelira whispered at Renard's side, as if reminding herself of the name.
Selene crossed the chamber floor, heels striking the obsidian tile with a steady rhythm that silenced even Garruk's growl. She stopped at the head of the table, letting her gaze sweep across the guildmasters one by one before she spoke.
"The matter of the Dragon Lord is important," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. "Massively important. But it is not the reason I called you all here tonight."
