The strike of midnight.
Inside the Primordials base.
The room was quite dim, a faint blue light illuminated the entire room, as the walls seemed to be made of cobblestones.
It was just as he remembered.
He had received a message from Ivan about the matters regarding the Primordial.
According to him, most of them left. The only ones who remained without question were Ivan, the Third Seat, and the Sixth seat.
It seemed like their respect for Ciel only remained for Ciel. They couldn't accept a new leader. However, some of them gave Brandon a chance to convince them.
To convince them that he could lead the group.
But only two remained.
The Seventh, and the Ninth seat.
In total, there were five seats present.
After all, they took on dangerous tasks. It was them who had kept the Wraithbounds at bay without even any recognition, while at the same time, living their lives anonymously.