The morning after the summit, Aetheris was abuzz with activity. The city's citizens were hard at work, rebuilding what had been destroyed, while the leaders of the clans and their aides moved purposefully through the streets, discussing strategies and plans. The sense of unity and purpose was strong, but beneath the surface, a current of unease flowed, particularly among those who knew of Adrian's letter.
Alaric, Adrian, Thalia, and Damien gathered in a private room within the citadel. The room was modest, with a large wooden table at its center, surrounded by high-backed chairs. Maps and documents were spread across the table, remnants of their planning sessions. Alaric looked around at his friends, the gravity of their situation etched on his face.
"We need to find out who sent that letter," Alaric began, breaking the silence. "It's a threat we can't ignore."
