Elder Feris wasted no time. As soon as Sylra and Kaelor collapsed, he barked orders at the lower-ranking elders. "Take their bodies to the Elder Hall for preparation," he commanded, his voice sharp and without hesitation. The disciples moved quickly, lifting the fallen elders with a mix of reverence and fear.
The atmosphere was somber, but Feris couldn't afford to dwell on the loss. He, along with the other top elders and Clan Malachor's leader, Velkar, moved swiftly through the academy's winding corridors.
Their destination: a secret chamber deep within the heart of the academy, hidden from prying eyes. The flickering torchlight along the walls cast long, ominous shadows, matching the weight of the meeting that was about to unfold.
Once they entered the chamber, the doors shut behind them with a heavy thud, sealing the tension within. The elders gathered around a stone table, the loss of two of their strongest members hanging heavily in the air.