The living room of Roland's house felt unusually tense.
Several wooden chairs had been arranged in a rough circle, and the important members of the village were already seated.
Roland sat in the center, leaning slightly forward with his hands resting on his knees. His expression was serious, his sharp eyes observing everyone in the room.
Beside him sat Kael, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
Malphas sat quietly with his cane resting against his leg, his old eyes calm yet thoughtful.
Ria, the beastwoman in her late thirties, sat upright with a stern expression on her face. Her sharp ears twitched occasionally as she listened.
Silvan stood slightly to the side, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.
In front of them stood three figures.
Amon, Scarlett and Vetaal. The gray corpse-like man stood calmly behind them, looking as indifferent as ever.
The room remained silent. Amon and Scarlett had already explained everything.
