Sylas
The ceremonial hall was silent as the portal opened up, but he could feel the chills from the eyes on them. They were taken to the center, surrounded by the rows of masters in golden and black ceremonial robes, while the head grandmasters and two other grandmasters sat opposite them on an elevated dais.
"Where is the omega?" Master Ying asked as Master Lynsander took his seat beside her.
"He is unconscious and is not fit to attend, so his alphas have come in his stead," he answered.
Sylas remained fixed to the ground with his fists tightened and jaw clenched, while Veyr stood calm but rigid and Kael had his hands behind his back, facing the grandmasters.
"I thought the omega who had caused the mess would be here," one of the masters stated.
"He won't be here, Master Dorian," Kael responded.
The masters began to murmur amongst themselves.
"The only reason why we called the meeting is because of him."
"How can he not be here?"
"He should be forced to wake up."
