Nyx
The summons arrives before dawn. No seal, no signature. Just a black envelope delivered to my door by a trembling acolyte. Inside, one line was written in silver ink: “The Council has chosen to restore the balance. Attend at first light.”
That’s how power works here. Not through kindness or conversation, but through veiled threats written in calligraphy. They’ve finally made their first real move. Kaelen reads the note over my shoulder, silent for a long moment. I can feel the storm brewing in him before he even speaks.
“They’re not calling a meeting,” he says. “They’re calling a reckoning.”
“They always do.” I breath deep. The Citadel’s council chamber feels colder today. Maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s the way every elder looks at me, like I’m already history. Holo-screens project news
