Patriarch Nightingale was in silent meditation when it happened. He had left the other matters to the Elder Council. Although he wanted to be out there personally, he felt that if he was too overly eager, it might raise suspicion about other things.
He had always been a cautious and scheming man, so he preferred to keep his cards close to his vest.
The plan to treat this like an all-out war was his own, and that was already overextending himself a bit. But there was too much looming trouble overhead.
He had been alive for too long, and many were already questioning why that was. He had hoped that by now he would reach a standard that would allow him to cross the final barrier, but unfortunately, he hadn't been able to do it on his own.
He needed an opportunity from the Hall of Ice and Heart to do it, and this was his chance to earn that right. But what he never expected was that as he was laying out the last of his plans…
That this would happen.
