Chapter 84: System's Tragedy 

"Summoners Lucien, Selene, and Raelar," the messenger gasped, his chest heaving, "Patriarch Fathoran demands your immediate presence in the families' building..."

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As they entered the council chamber, the air crackled with palpable tension. Fathoran awaited them, sitting on a carbon throne, the white rabbit motionless atop his head.

"Ah, my dear grandchildren," his voice was soft, almost paternal, but with a hidden edge that made the three tense. "I'm glad you arrived so quickly. We have urgent matters to discuss."

Lucien stepped forward, inclining his head slightly in feigned respect. "How may we serve you, Patriarch?"

Fathoran rose slowly, his imposing figure dominating the room. "As you well know, our city has prospered under my guidance for a century. But with prosperity comes... excess."

The three Summoners held their breath, dreading what would come next.