Adrien, seated in his lavishly adorned study, meticulously perused the letters from the council that contained the details of his proposal to acquire the land where the ill-fated masquerade had transpired. The rich aroma of aged leather and polished wood surrounded him as he delved into the bureaucratic intricacies of the documents.
Zenith, the esteemed head of the council, had articulated the need for Adrien's signature on a series of consequential documents. These papers, once adorned with his seal, would signify the official transfer of the land under his dominion. The acquisition, however, wasn't merely a matter of expanding territorial boundaries; it held a deeper significance in the aftermath of the dark witches' malevolent interference during the masquerade.
