Somewhere in Lindhollow, Selene didn't see the face, but she heard the voice. A strange, disjointed voice that sounded like it belonged to a chorus of people speaking at once.
The person seated across from her wore no mask, yet their features remained utterly indiscernible. Not even gender could be inferred.
Just like Emrys, this figure was one of the Whispered.
Explaining the events that had unfolded was nerve-wracking. Selene wasn't sure how they would react.
A full squad, including two of their strongest members, had been dispatched to exploit the chaos, only for all of them to end up dead.
A comical situation, no doubt.
"The research was a success. I know it,"
Selene insisted, eyes sharp.
"We just need to find those who survived and—"
"Selene."
The layered voice cut through her words like a blade.
"Finding the Ring of Nyx is our top priority. Without it, we stand to lose not just power and influence—but the very foundation of what we've built."
