Lassim sat across from Sect Master Volten and his Array Master, Rlyis, his fingers drumming lightly against the polished stone of the conference table. The room, located in one of the chambers of the sect's core administrative tower where the testing hall was, was reinforced by powerful inscriptions that muffled all external sound. It was the same war room from the Sun Sect war where high-level logistics, military movements, and research projects were discussed in private.
Rlyis, dressed in her usual practical clothes—stained with faint traces of construct dust and array ink—leaned back in her seat with an amused yet satisfied expression. Beside her, Volten exhaled, arms crossed. The Sect Master's eyes had a certain weary edge today, as if carrying the weight of a decision he had been turning over in his mind.