Bab 104: Fight Of The Divine Plane 13: The Twelve 2

Varek, still fuming from Saryna's cold dismissal, wiped the blood from his lips with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes glowing a faint red. With a low growl of annoyance, he reluctantly reached out with his telepathic link, summoning the remaining nine of their group scattered across the empire.

"It's time. Head to the Imperial Palace," he commanded, his mental voice filled with the same irritation he felt. One by one, he felt their responses—a mixture of acknowledgment, indifference, and a few sharp-witted comments.

Satisfied, Varek turned his attention back to the darkened path ahead and began moving towards the Palace, the weight of the night's carnage hanging in the air like a storm cloud ready to break.

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