Fathoran strode through the city streets, his imposing figure casting a long shadow across the pavement. The other Summoners trailed behind: Kairos, Estin, Lotar, Varen, Raelar and Mordred, anticipation etched on their faces.
"As I was saying," Fathoran began, his voice soft and casual, "eliminating Elio's family alone won't suffice. We must be... broader in our approach."
Raelar, a few steps behind, felt a chill run down his spine. "What exactly do you mean, Patriarch?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.
Fathoran halted, turning to face his followers. His eyes glinted with cold calculation. "Years ago, when I was young and the System had just been created, God told me a story. He warned me about something called 'martyrs'."
The other Summoners hung on every word.
