The atmosphere in the council chamber was heavy, the tension palpable as Tauriús stood in place, waiting for the murmurs to quiet. Lilith, Mother of Demons, had barely moved, her poise unshaken despite the weight of the topic being discussed. Her gaze, though calm, held the kind of intensity that silenced even the most stubborn members of the council. She did not demand respect—she simply received it.
Tauriús cleared his throat. "As I've said, the Water Palace has been breached. A gem, powerful and ancient, was used to bypass our defenses. Celene was attacked."
The silence that followed his words was deafening, though it did not last long. Ocaris leaned forward, his brow furrowed in thought, but he said nothing, choosing instead to let the room simmer in the gravity of the revelation. Gladius, God of Fire, was less subtle, his lips curling into a smirk as he tilted his chair back, crossing his arms over his chest.
