The hall fell silent once more, the elders deeply pondering. It wasn't long before a quiet voice spoke.
"Then… how exactly do you propose we kill him?"
Elder Gordon smiled widely.
"We lure him into a conclave."
"A conclave…"
A wave of murmurs rippled across the hall. A conclave was a term used to describe a battle between two disciples to decide the more talented one.
It was done without the use of Will, and both participants were only allowed to use their Aspects to fight.
"That might work. But why would he agree to it?"
"We give him a reason."
"What reason?"
"Azeron."
The elder smiled as he saw the frown on the others.
"Elder Azeron has something he wants. That's the only reason he's here."
The elders' eyes lit up instantly. Suddenly, the idea began to look enticing.
"…Is that true, Azeron?"
The room turned toward the elder at once.
"Hm? What are you—"
