The flickering light of a single candle illuminated the dimly lit chamber. Ray, draped in his usual dark robes, leaned back in his plush chair, a faint scowl etched on his face. Kael stood before him, his posture rigid and his face devoid of any emotion. A tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Ray's fingers on the armrest.
"Someone's in Babel," Kael finally spoke, his voice a low monotone. "An assassin."
Ray's eyes snapped open, a flicker of surprise momentarily replacing the scowl. "An assassin? In Babel? What's the meaning of this?"
"He's targeting the noble children who entered today," Kael continued, his voice betraying none of his internal conflict. "Stalking them, waiting for an opportunity."