"This mansion reeks of blood," said Rae as she crouched on the floor, her long hair tied in a ponytail that worked to reveal her forehead. "The Council did not have the necessary strength to fight the knight, even if we knew about his corruption."
Arthur did not answer and simply stared at the youth, who grew uneasy the more he watched him. It was still hard to accept, but he understood the general gist.
Ori has created a replica of himself, using alchemy and runes. Furthermore, Ori was the chief runemaster working for the Council, and there were only three chiefs.
"How old is Ori?" he asked the youth as Rae inspected the surrounding.
"Call him Master Ori," barked the youth. "My master is in his thirties, making him a genius!" he was beaming with pride. Arthur pondered silently.
