Only then did Timothy withdraw his gaze from the city, his expression turning somewhat grave.
"Magu Town has lost contact, the weather in the mountains is abnormal, the forest is shrouded in thick fog, and we haven't been able to contact Orphalse for days."
"Understood."
"Send someone to check on Magu Town first. If Trollope isn't dead, tell him to get his ass over here."
"I have a meeting now. Don't disturb me unless it's important."
His confidant nodded and said, "Yes."
Timothy left the window.
He entered a hall.
The hall had a dark, somber style.
On the wall directly opposite the entrance was a carving of a giant tree.
A long stone table stood in the center of the hall, bearing white skulls, each topped with a lit candle.
Timothy walked to his seat, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.
A moment later.
Footsteps began to sound, one after another.
The Rose School's upper ranks, all demigods, entered one by one.
They took their places in the high-backed chairs on either side of the stone table.
Among them were Marionettists and Silent Disciples.
Two Shaman Kings and one High Summoner.
Finally.
Deep within the hall, an illusory, hazy door inscribed with numerous mystical symbols appeared in the air.
With a creaking sound, the illusory door opened a crack.
The gap widened, and a figure emerged from within.
The figure's skin had no sheen or texture, resembling a rag doll of the poorest quality.
She was an Ancient Bane, an angel.
Baranka, the Rose School's King of Curses!
All the demigods and Saints, Timothy included, rose to their feet.
They bowed to the Sequence 2 angel.
Only after Baranka, who exuded a gloomy aura and seemed as lifeless as a rag doll, sat down.
Did the others