"You failed."
The snow outside had melted, but the air inside the hall felt even colder than the peak of winter. It was as if a blizzard was swirling mercilessly, chipping away at Varion's wit.
"They found out quicker than we thought, we--"
"Don't make excuses after I lend you my people!" the patriarch shot him a piercing glare. "It's your conceited thinking that led you to your failure."
"...I'm sorry," Varion lowered his head; not because he was sorry, but because he was annoyed at how things hadn't been going his way.
Even now, he still had no idea how Trinity could find out what they were doing so quickly. And even then, he had no idea how the people in the office never gave any distress signal. Shouldn't they send a message as soon as they realize Trinity was barging into the office?
