75. Plan of preaparation

IN A MORNING

WANESSA'S POINT OF VIEW:

The morning sun filtered through the castle's tall windows, casting golden streaks across the long meeting table where we all sat. The celebration from last night still lingered in the air, but reality had caught up to us the moment the system's announcement appeared. We weren't done yet.

Elera stood at the head of the table, her usual composed expression unwavering. Michael sat beside her, his arm draped casually over Isabella's chair, though his sharp eyes showed he was already deep in thought. Xavier leaned forward with his hands clasped, while Wren sat across from him, her gaze flickering between Terrence who refused to leave her side and the map rolled out in front of us. I crossed my arms.

"So, what exactly are we looking at?"I asked.

Elera pressed her fingers to the table.