Chapter 309: The Strategy Meeting
The air in the Guest Spire was no longer just cold; it was heavy with the scent of ozone and the sterile, metallic tang of absolute logic.
The frost on the walls had thickened, creating a jagged blue-white landscape that seemed to reflect the fractured state of their party.
Michael stood at the center of the room, his gaze moving between his two transformed companions.
To his left, Maria stood wreathed in a faint, shimmering haze of Frostburn. Her white hair moved as if suspended in water, and every breath she took released a visible puff of crystalline vapor. To his right, Selena remained perfectly still, her obsidian eyes scanning the room with a rhythmic, mechanical cadence that made the hair on the back of Michael's neck stand up.
Leon sat on a low bench, his head in his hands. The golden aura of the Lionheart lineage, usually so bright and hopeful, was dim—a flickering candle against the encroaching dark.
