Fathoran smiled, but there was no warmth in that gesture. "Whatever is necessary to protect this family and this city. As I have done for the last hundred years."
With a wave of his hand, the black stone immobilizing the Summoners began to vanish. Slowly, they regained mobility, though none dared to move.
"You will come with me," Fathoran ordered. "We will find this Elio and resolve this matter once and for all. And I warn you," he added, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper, "if any of you try to eliminate each other or continue this absurd dispute, there will be consequences."
The rabbit on his head seemed to stir, its red eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. For a moment, Fathoran's image seemed to distort, as if an ancient and powerful shadow was projected behind him.
"Now, move," Fathoran commanded, heading towards the exit. "We have a young soldier to find."