Towards the second inner circle of the capital city, where the Ghost Sect's estate existed with several buildings and architectures, at the center was a big pagoda that housed the hall where the general meetings of the Ghost Sect took place.
The hall of the Ghost Sect was filled with tension.
Elders, disciples, and division leaders sat in their respective places, their expressions heavy.
At the highest seat in the room, Sect Leader Olea Necrobane sat, her face unreadable.
By her side stood the Vice Sect Leader, his sharp gaze scanning the room.
The great pagoda's stone walls carried the echoes of hushed whispers.
Incense burned at the corners, its bitter scent mixing with the unease in the air.
The Third Elder's seat remained empty—a constant reminder of his absence.
Yet, the meeting had to continue.
An elder with a long beard and sharp eyes stood.