As the weight of the Archon's address settled heavily upon the citizens of Ullion. A collective unease permeated the dining hall, a suffocating miasma of fear and grim determination.
Silax, however, remained detached from the immediate panic. He wasn't dwelling on the immediate threat of the beasts. Instead, a deeper suspicion gnawed at him.
His keen mind whirred, piecing together a puzzle far grander than the escalating beast threat. The timing of the beasts' resurgence, the brutal killings that had stretched the city guard thin, it all felt too calculated, too convenient.
The Archon's words, while painting a dire picture, served as a mere brushstroke in Silax's mental canvas. The increasing number and ferocity of the beasts, that was just the surface.
A cog slipped into place within the intricate puzzle Silax was building in his mind. The masterminds behind the recent chaos, whoever they were, couldn't have orchestrated this by sheer coincidence.
