Everyone was seated at least fifteen minutes before the meeting was supposed to start. There were whispers all over the hall, hushed deliberations and arguments until Azrael made his entrance. Everywhere became so quiet that if you paid the slightest attention to listening, you would hear the heartbeat of the person sitting next to you.
The hall was filled up… well, almost. An emergency meeting had been called, and everyone turned up. They flew in not just from all corners of the country, but from other continents as well. The Shiveti HaLevanah might have been a small tribe of people, but over the centuries, it had grown into a really large network; presidents, ministers, soldiers, doctors, judges, musicians, actors, alchemists, footballers, models, A-list celebrities… the list was endless. There was somebody from every sector and walk of life that you could think of. And although their acceptance process was very strict and rigorous, they just kept growing by the day.
