A small skeleton about three feet tall stood between the Wanderer Wizard and the Rat Immortal, looking left, then right, seemingly at a loss. A fingernail-sized red gem gleamed brilliantly amid the dim gray light in its forehead.
Behind the skeleton stood a tall, brawny man clad in coarse linen robes. He leaned on the Druids' signature Oak Staff, his entire face hidden beneath a broad hood.
To the Druid's left was a grayish-white Ghoul Wizard, its dry hair hanging in tangled locks from its shoulders, concealing his hunched back and withered flesh. To the Druid's right floated a Ghost with an indistinct face, its entire body shimmering with a healthy pearly glow. Compared with Hun Buyu, the Senior Councilor of the Under the Moon Council, this Ghost was somewhat smaller.
At that moment, these councilors of the Dark Council were all scrutinizing the Wanderer Wizard and the Rat Immortal, as though weighing which of the two Archwizards was more reliable.
"Plan."
The Rat Immortal repeated the word the Wanderer Wizard had just mentioned. Still staring motionlessly at the wall before them, which appeared thick but was actually very thin, it murmured in a soft voice:
"A plan is always just a plan... Thinking we could honestly follow the plan in front of so many Grand Diviners at the school was simply too naive. Perhaps they know more about our plans than most people present."
"That is not a reason for you to break the plan," the Wanderer Wizard repeated firmly.
"Heh heh."
Several harsh sneers abruptly rang through the air. The Wanderer Wizard frowned and shifted his gaze toward the corner of his eye, spotting a faintly chilling light at the corner of the crumbling wall. A light, airy voice drifted from within it. "...Though the old rat is