Chapter 130: The Propositions - 1

In the territory of the [Circle of Ouroborous] faction, inside the grand dining hall, stood a large oval table made from high-quality wood, fit for royalty.

It was spacious enough to comfortably accommodate more than two dozen people.

At the head of the table sat Damian, in a finely crafted wooden chair lined with soft cushions that offered supreme comfort.

He wasn't alone. To his right sat Maria and her seven sisters.

On his left, closest to him, sat Elfie, followed by her younger brother Arlen, whom Damian had just saved about half an hour earlier.

Shiru and Sir Holloway were also present, quietly observing their faction leader.

Damian Ignatius sipped his tea with the laziest expression imaginable, bored, almost as if he had nothing better to do.

But everyone at the table knew better.

They could see tiny wisps of blue energy occasionally flickering in his eyes, a subtle sign that something was happening internally.