The room was dark, damp, and smelled like something that had been burning recently.
Eight cloaked figures sat around the round table, same as always.
Veth stood at the front with a projector remote and the particular energy of someone who had been waiting all day to show people something.
The footage played.
Thirty seconds in, someone snorted.
A minute in, Drevak had both hands flat on the table trying to hold himself together.
By the time the nine tails spread across the portal light and Vane's face did what it did, the room was completely gone.
"HAHA—"
"Did you SEE his face—"
"He was SHAKING—"
One figure had his head down on the table entirely. Another had pushed his chair back and was pointing at the screen unable to form words. Coryn, who had been there in person, was somehow laughing the hardest out of all of them.
It took a while before anyone could breathe properly again.
Malgros wiped the corner of his eye with one finger.
