[Celestial Academy — North Wing Meeting Room — One day later — 2:14 PM]
The room was not the largest in the Academy.
But it was the one Agustín had chosen. This room. With the long gray stone table and the windows facing the east corridor and enough light for everyone present to see each other clearly.
Agustín did not need darkness for what was coming.
Twelve Inquisitors sat on either side of the table — those from Agustín's faction, those who had arrived with him that morning. Levels 71 to 88. The people Agustín trusted not out of affection but out of loyalty to the Temple.
Davan at the right end of the table.
F5's necklace visible. His hands on the stone surface. 2,200 HP and the exhaustion of someone who had held onto something that cost too much for too long, but his posture was straight.
Cael to his left.
Magnus at the opposite end of the table, facing Agustín.
