Wyverns were flying around a lonely building on a small island. The riders were equipped with robes and staffs, they kept on circulating on every possible entrance from the sky. Though the island already layered with magic spells, they took the precaution seriously.
Meanwhile, the sounds of metal boots marching around the forest were heard. An arsenal of elites, the wall they made with their bodies wouldn't even let a fly slipped in
*bzzzt
One of the soldiers furrowed his eyebrows before he pinched the fly to heaven's realm. The others didn't even react to his action as time went by.
Inside the building was only one floor with one round table in the middle. The tiles were glimmering and reflected the grand chandelier on top. The place was surrounded by tall but slim windows each meter and provided only one door as both exit and entrance. The roundtable had six seats that were fully occupied by six men.
