The next day, August's chambers were filled with an air of anticipation as the members of the Storm Faction gathered. The bright glow of glow stones danced upon the walls, casting an ethereal glow in the dimly lit chamber.
Seated around a large, intricately carved wooden table were the members of the faction. August, clad in his dark blue robes exuded an aura of calmness. However he subtly radiated a leader-like aura that that drew attention to him. His piercing gaze swept across the room, alighting on each member, until it settled on Ophelia and Damien.
