"Draksis Velmourn,
As decided by the Council's unanimous decision,
You are henceforth dismissed from the Council."
Lavinia declared, her smile fading away as she said those final words.
And Draksis…
He stood still in utter disbelief.
He wanted to snap, shout at everyone present in the room, but Igni had moved a few inches closer to him—it was a clear warning that even the slightest voice of retort might lead to something… painful.
"M-Matriarch! I have been loyal to the Council for 28 years!"
In the end, the only thing he could do was to turn towards Morvain and seek help—any form of help.
But…
"…"
Morvain couldn't say anything.
The decision was made by the Council's vote; to say something about it right now would put her in an unreasonable light.
The only thing she could do right now was clench her fists in frustration as Draksis called her name and stared at her with helpless, desperate eyes.
