Letter Discussion.

The air is still, heavy with the weight of what they are about to do.

The small room they've gathered in is lit only by the warm glow of lanterns, the flickering light casting long shadows against the walls.

Ace sits at the head of the table, arms crossed, his expression unreadable as he listens to the quiet murmurs between Rika, Elira, Max, and Jun.

A single sheet of parchment lies between them, untouched, except for the pen resting beside it.

They all know that whatever words end up on that page will shape the future of the witches, their people.

It could mean the difference between war and peace.

"We have to be careful with how we say things," Rika finally speaks, her fingers drumming lightly against the wooden table. "We can't come across as weak, but we also can't sound arrogant. If they think we're just trying to act superior, they won't listen."