Within the Zarethorne Empire, at an unknown location, inside a dimly lit chamber, a huge circular table could be seen situated in the middle.
Around the table sat eight beings, their faces calm and somewhat indifferent, but deep down, each of them was filled with pure excitement.
They were the Sinvairas.
Vellamira, Sinvaira of Vanity.
Duremir, Sinvaira of Betrayal.
Sarneth, Sinvaira of Deceit.
Vornis, Sinvaira of Laziness.
Nahlira, Sinvaira of Despair.
Cindaros, Sinvaira of Obsession.
Halemir, Sinvaira of Control.
Kraymar, Sinvaira of Resentment.
Only Vornis remained casual, like whatever was happening didn't concern her. Halemir had been at the Velkarin Empire barely ten minutes ago, yet he was sitting here, having crossed a distance that would take even someone like Azaron seven days to traverse.
