>>Aelin
The tension in the meeting room was suffocating, the weight of their conversation pressing down on all of them. Draegon, Drakkar, and Draken sat in silence for a moment, their minds piecing together the fragments of a much darker reality.
Drakkar was the first to speak. "Okay, so far we know someone helped Ruoxy escape." His voice was low, as if saying it too loudly would make it even more real.
"It could hint that there are more people like Ruoxy around," Draken added, "Who simply haven't shown themselves."
Ariston exhaled sharply, leaning back in his chair. "Then that means… there could be more."
Draegon shook his head. "More Abyss Worshippers."
Drakkar's jaw tightened. "More of those fanatics hiding in the kingdom? Worshipping the Abyss?" His golden eyes flickered dangerously. "That's absurd.."
Ariston crossed his arms. "Not just 'could be.' There are more." Everyone turned to look at him,
