In the capital of Greece, a man dressed in a black suit opened the door to an office, and another man, with broad shoulders all covered beneath his suit, walked in.
Two spiral black horns curled from both sides of his head, and his draconic eyes, gleamingsoftly, settled on Mrs. Athens, who sat behind a desk.
She lifted up her head as he sat down. Mrs. Athens smiled. "We meet."
"You've all bound me to an oath, forcing me to be unable to speak about what is going on in the dungeon on the moon. Technology that can override summons being built by Humanoid summons is something I never believed this council could hide."
Arthur leaned back, then muttered, "How can we enslave the very people that keep our technology relevant?"
Mrs. Athens pursed her lips. "Even we Heads are bound to the oaths that govern the council. Whatever is going on is bigger than what we can control, so some of us… had to go along with it."
