The young emissary's body crumpled and shrunk to a small point like he was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Within the blink of an eye, his body was nowhere to be seen any longer, almost like he had been deleted from existence.
The Exalted One tapped the large dining table with a displeased expression on his face before he let up his aura that pressed on the surroundings.
The other Exalted and Half-Exalted seated at the table gasped immediately in relief, finally able to breathe properly.
"Nothing has been going according to plan recently…" the Exalted One analyzed as he read through the letter by himself.
"...So the three dynasties are in cohort now…?" Yeneffer, the saintly looking Exalted, asked while still gasping for breath.
"No. They have found the means to create inferior Oracles with their conflux points," the exalted one shook his head. "The orders were from their separate oracles."
