We gathered the mind magicians in Troiskoye in a closed meeting room. There are only 50 people here. From the total data, we have about 320 people.
I stood before them with Chief Pollux and Evan. They looked at me with pitying eyes, probably feeling sorry for me because of what happened to Mom, Dad, Grandpa and Grandma. But even Chief Pollux also lost his son. We all have our losses.
"My clan brethren, we have been through a lot of sad things these past few days. Very heavy, and emotionally draining. And the Pyrenees are doomed. Our place, our children's schooling as wizards have perished, but that doesn't mean they've destroyed us and our resolve. Yesterday we lost Chairman Theodore, Chairman Rudolf and his family. Yesterday I also lost my daughter Sofia on a mission. Maybe you guys lost someone too. But we all won't give up, we will make them pay" Silence. All of us have the same determination.
