Chapter 270 - Next Moves (3)

Sevirea entered his quarters, the weight of the day pressing heavily on his shoulders. The room, austere yet elegant, was a reflection of his personality: every item had a place and a purpose. He placed his right glove on the desk, revealing a hand slender but marked by years of meticulous planning. At the center of the table, under a glass dome, rested an ancient medallion. He gazed at it for a long time, almost reverently, before carefully removing the cover and holding it between his fingers.