Deep underground… beneath the Noble School.
The walls were reinforced with layers of high-quality mithril.
Magic crystals glowed faintly, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor.
Inside the central chamber, six figures sat quietly at a long table—each emitting an eerie pressure, unnatural and oppressive.
At the head of the room sat Princess Kliatana.
Cross-legged, elegant yet unblinking, she watched them silently as they ate. Their manners were crude.
"Princess,"
A man in military uniform bowed slightly behind her.
She didn't turn.
"Hmm?"
"His Majesty commands you prepare them. They are to move."
"New mission?" she asked casually.
"Yes, Princess. It has been approved."
Kliatana lazily flicked her hand.
"Let them finish eating. I'll inform them myself."
"As you wish." The man bowed again and left.
The moment the door shut, the six turned their attention to her.
Their eyes were strange—cold, faintly glowing under the dim light.
