No fewer than six members of the Divine Council are waiting for us to return. We've returned directly to the Throne Room and they're all waiting in chairs around the edge of the room, awakening from their cultivation to acknowledge our entry.
"Did you get it? I hope so, it was such a hassle convincing Nancy not to charge you with war crimes for blowing up that Sect. The Sect Master was her favorite nephew's grandchild." The Green Dragon in the group comments.
"Apologies for the inconvenience. It's right here. I hope the rest of the team made it home safely?" I ask, setting the relic on a small table next to where we entered. Even out of my possession, I can still feel the knowledge it imparted.
"They did. Might I ask what caused your extreme actions? A good excuse might bring us some peace and quiet in the council chambers." The Dragon asks.
