Chapter Eighteen

Councilwoman Harding sat down with a sigh. The Council had met earlier in the day to discuss the Vosat and their movements. Everyone was beginning to lose heart. Fear of the Master was beginning to overtake the Council. Still, it was that fear that drove them to follow his orders without complaint.

"Councilwoman Harding, we have word of Vosat movement in the Eastern sector of your district." A council guard said kneeling. Councilwoman Harding sighed.

"Send out the guard closest to that sector. I want them all dead. I cannot disappoint the Master again." She said. The fear in her voice was evident. Councilwoman Harding was a notoriously stoic woman yet the thought of disappointing the Master made her knees quake in fear. The guard nodded and left the Councilwoman to her thoughts.

"Master, the Vosat are on the move again." Came a guttural growl from a guard.

"Can you tell me where they are headed?" He growled.

"It seems that they are headed to that tree." He growled.