"My Lord," a young man sprinted through the council, avoiding missing his step as the fear he felt prevented him from focusing. He came upon a door and knocked violently on it. He kept knocking and screaming until the door finally opened.
"We are under attack!" he yelled before Malachi could disclose his anger.
Hearing that, Malachi glanced around him; he noticed the unrest, but he couldn't see the instigator of the attack.
"I don't understand; where are the attackers?" he asked.
"There," the young man pointed over at the long walls where nightwalkers and rogues were jumping over.
Malachi's eyes widened.
"How did they escape?"
"I don't know, my Lord."
"Lord Malachi," a high chief yelled, sprinting towards them and only coming to a stop in front of them, "the Nightingale council has fallen, as well as the Silver-Bird Council, and the Golden Rose and the Willows Myth."