The plan had begun.
In the center of the meeting room, August stood poised, his hands deftly weaving through the air as he prepared to set up the intricate magic formation. His focus was unwavering, the weight of the success of the plan rested heavily on his shoulders. Surrounding him were his trusted companions: Damien, Ophelia, Tristan, and Claire, each positioned closely, ready to provide their support.
Damien sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes closed in deep meditation. He was honing his energy, ensuring that he would be at his peak when the moment called for action. His breathing was steady, and a calm aura radiated from him. Meanwhile, Claire also knelt beside August, her gaze fixed intently on his every movement, absorbing the intricacies of his craft with appreciation. Ophelia and Tristan were on standby, their senses heightened, prepared to react at an instant's notice.
