In the aftermath of the clandestine meeting, a sense of lingering mystery shrouded the air. The Autumn King, his heart filled with relief, secretly rejoiced that his failed plans had not brought about accusations. He knew his true nature, cunning and sly, would remain concealed for now. Meanwhile, the Spring King harbored undisclosed intentions, his mind working in enigmatic ways.
Whispers of the Midnight Consortium echoed through the hidden corridors, but their nefarious deeds remained cloaked in darkness. Attempts would be made to expose their hidden members, but they would elude the light, their identities obscured from prying eyes. The Consortium, like a phantom, continued to manipulate and scheme from the shadows, their true intentions veiled from the world.
