As the dust settled around the true intention of the council, a sinister smile crept across the face of the Council leader. His eyes gleamed with triumph and malevolence, his voice laced with a newfound arrogance.
"Reaper, I must admit, you have played your cards well," the Council leader praised, his voice dripping with a twisted admiration. "Bringing Flintmace and the mercenaries from the Kernel Tower to your side was a cunning move."
Flintmace stood tall, his imposing figure radiating pride and determination. He had always been a force to be reckoned with, and now his loyalty was fully aligned with Ashton and the cause they fought for.
The Council leader continued, his voice resonating with authority. "But you see, Reaper, I am a member of the Cult of Cosmos. However, I am no ordinary member.
I am a priest, and these esteemed council members before you are my trusted Deacons, sworn to serve the will of the Cult."
