Candlelight danced upon worn stone walls in the cold, dark town hall, casting flickering shadows amidst the group huddled around their map spread across the large wooden table. Kaelith's silver hair sparked faintly in the lantern's cast, her sharp blue eyes intent on the lines marked across the parchment. With each mark, an Abyssal activity was recorded—one village razed, a caravan ambushed, or a life stolen.
"We're looking at a network," Kaelith said, her voice steady despite the tension in the room. "Each obelisk is a node, and together they amplify the Abyss's influence. Destroying one weakens the grid, but it doesn't sever it entirely."
Ryu leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the map. His fingers brushed over the jagged scar Voidfang had left on the table earlier during their hurried planning. "So we've only taken down one piece of it."
