The Evil-Cult Meet (3)
Once the Second Elder concluded his speech and sat back down, discussions broke out amongst all the Elders present once again, as they debated the merits and demerits of his plan.
Low voices filled the chamber, whispers of agreement mixing with murmurs of concern.
Some Elders nodded in approval, while others leaned back in contemplation, weighing the potential gain against the inevitable consequences.
Then—one voice rose above the rest.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The Fourth Elder's gloved fingers drummed against the obsidian table as he leaned forward slightly.
"This is a mistake," he said at last, his voice calm, yet carrying the weight of firm conviction, as all eyes turned to him.
"The kidnapping plan is bold, but it is a risk we cannot afford to take—not yet."
He exhaled slowly, his breath misting in the icy air.