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Abdiel and the four Lord's had gathered in the study room as planned. Two guards stood outside with their dangerous spears in hand, diligently keeping watch and restricting everyone, including the Princes from going inside the study.
Rounding the oak table, Abdiel let out a deep breath as he nodded to something Lucius had asked. "The Mystic orb changing the color of its glow wasn't a quandary Muzan and I were familiar with, but he never had plans on sending a missive or making reports, it was for reasons only he knew." Abdiel had told them. "He said it was probably nothing serious since the Mystic orb still carried out its duty within the Kingdom, and I never bothered myself with it since my late brother proved he was capable of handling everything by himself, but then…. That rainy night, everything started on that night when he was murdered by the inflamed dagger."
