Inheritance of the Raven lord

Just a few weeks after taking Ravenskeep, the Blacksteel family returned from their journey and with them came bad news.

Inside a dark hall in a particular part of the shelter, a meeting was being held with every single slayer on the ground who had come here.

In the middle of that hall, the three families and their heads sat at a round table, with Dorn and Logan at the head.

"What do you mean by wrong classification?" Logan asked, his brows squinted in confusion and dread.

Before they came here, the men of the Slayer Alliance had evaluated the gate, gathering as much information as they could without entering it themselves. This was normal practice, and they were never wrong.

It was just how things had always been.

"You heard me right: the first order of business is to let everyone know of this mistake so they can prepare for what is to come," Dorn spoke rather loudly, looking at the myriad slayers around the hall.