Wind Clan – Inner Citadel, Hall of Storm Pillars
The Tall, aerodynamic pillars ringed the room, rising like columns of frozen hurricanes. Upon each of these, spaced evenly, sat the children of Cassius, though notably absent from the meeting.
Tonight, Nelson, the eldest and strongest, presided.
He stood tall in the center of the room on a raised platform—a polished crescent of gleaming obsidian. No throne. No crown. Just power radiating through him, raw and palpable. His wind-cloak billowed gently even in the still air, his stormy gray eyes scanning the others without expression.
"We begin," he said simply.
A single nod from him was enough to activate the sound ward. No scribe. No recording. No traces.
The meeting to discuss the Alex problem—the elusive enemy whom they had been tagged to find —began in earnest.
