The air in the underground stone hall was oppressive and silent, candlelight flickering over the cold faces of every black-robed figure.
Twelve people in black robes, their features difficult to distinguish, sat around the stone table.
At that moment, the First Black Robe's deep voice broke the silence in the hall. "How has Tanaster Province been lately? Why have we had no contact for so long?"
The atmosphere in the stone hall immediately froze. Everyone knew this was no minor matter.
Tanaster Province had always been an important stronghold of the Black Magic Society. Losing contact with them meant that something major must have happened behind the scenes.
The Twelfth Black Robe frowned and said calmly, "The situation in Tanaster Province has been chaotic recently, with pressure coming from both within and without. Naturally, they have been unable to report on time. Perhaps something has gone wrong with their plans."
The First Black Robe's expression did not change, but a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes. "We cannot keep waiting. If there is a problem with Tanaster's operation, it will inevitably affect us. Send someone to contact them and see whether they need help. If they need support, arrange personnel."
At those words, the other black-robed figures began discussing in low voices.
As the discussion gradually got on track, the atmosphere grew even tenser.
Then, the Third Black Robe suddenly spoke. "The Elder has been carrying out the Northern Council's mission for half a month already. There has not been a single message from her yet. By all rights... something is wrong."
The other eleven were taken aback, suspicion flashing through their eyes. The Second Black Robe smiled, his tone relaxed. "Are you worried the Elder failed? With her strength, nothing could possibly happen to her."
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