The man who'd challenged Ralph had audaciously called a meeting, summoning all Dawnless executives.
"You better have a good reason," Donto growled, his draconic eyes narrowing at the instigator.
"Naturally, I do," the man replied, smirking.
Ralph entered, his face weary from sleepless nights. "What's the matter?"
"There's a disparity among members," the man began.
"What disparity?" Ralph asked.
"Those who don't align with the organization's goals—"
Frowns deepened among the loyal executives, but a bang interrupted. "Wick!" Ralph called out as the figure barged in.
"Sir, the master has arrived."
"Bans?" Ralph forgot the man's words, bolting out, the executives trailing. The dissenter's allies exchanged glances, then followed.
Outside, the sword unit stood in formation, their blades glinting under the dim sky. Dawnless members lined both sides, eyes fixed on a shimmering portal forming in the courtyard.