Ravenfell.
Just as Adam departed from the Jeeling Outpost, bound for the city, far away in a dimly lit chamber shrouded in secrecy, several Magi from the Cult of Bones had convened in silence.
All of them had strength equivalent to the Mana Core Rank!
Only one person was sitting at the table, while the rest stood before him out of respect. This went on to show just how much power and influence the seated-man held within the cult.
The seated man tapped the wooden table with his fingers in a rhythmic manner, thinking of the next course of action.
He was given full authority by the Cult Leader to carry out operations this time. As such, he had to carefully weigh in all the risks and other factors before coming to a decision.
One of the Mana Core Magi spoke up, "My Lord, why did you call us here today?"
Despite all of them being Mana Core Magi, the people standing were clearly afraid of the one seated.
Was it his strength?
Or was it his reach within the Cult?
