When Cliff arrived at the council chamber, he saw no one. The silence was so heavy that he could almost hear the beating of his own heart. It was quite normal; it was late, and everyone had gone home. But anyway, Cliff hadn't come for that; he had something else in mind.
Entering the chamber, he sat on one of the steps of the bleachers, as the room was arranged like an amphitheater. From where he was sitting, he resembled a mere spectator.
He remained calm, scrutinizing the room attentively before letting his thoughts carry him away.
He had so much to do, and the moment had come to get to work. He needed to join the battlefield, but a dull anxiety gnawed at him at the thought of seeing his comrades, his subordinates, fall before his eyes.
