Chapter 38: High Elders
They were dropped off in a small room, the APC’s ramp leading down into it.
The moment the last of them stepped off, it automatically closed and sped away. A door then slid down to cover the opening, leaving them trapped.
Looking around, all Charon saw were four smooth gray walls of sheet metal, stacked on top of an equally smooth gray floor.
The first person to speak was Emerius, his fingers inching closer to his sheathed swords by the second.
"What the hell is going on?"
His voice was calm, but his eyes were burning with fury. His gaze flicked between the four strangers, watching each of them closely.
Uncertain about everything going on, Charon made a quick decision, moving to stand beside Emerius.
’I hope you were right about your powers working, Warden. We may need them any second now.’
’Always.’
His summons response calmed his nerves just a little, but a glance at Liam’s huge frame reminded him just how outmatched they were.
Darius, however, didn’t seem upset by the comments.
"You are right to be upset. This is not how things are usually done, but the war has grown fierce. They must be concerned that one or both of you are spies."