Chapter 177
"The reports lied," Bishop Emeran snapped, cutting him off. "The northern cell failed to take control. The remains were not secured, and the ritual was interrupted. That power that should have been ours by now had been lost."
He clenched his gloved fist tightly and brought it down on the table with a dull thud. "Damn it!
"All those planning and countless resources..After all this... and it’s still a failure."
A murmur rippled through the room. Tension rose like steam off a forge.
Bishop Emeran’s lips twisted in disdain as he muttered a name with venom. "Veydrins..No especially Kaell... That dog. He interfered again."
The name silenced the rest.
One of the older members, a man with a torn scar across his face, grumbled, "I heard Kael cut down four of our enforcers with no help. He’s a demon on the field."
"Demon or not," Bishop Emeran said, wiping his mouth and spitting to the side, "he’s only one man. But now, because of him—and that botched northern mess—the Duchy has turned its full eye toward us."
He paused, and a flicker of something darker flashed across his eyes.
"And if Kael is involved... then so are the followers of Peru."
The room went still again. Some men swallowed hard. Others exchanged uneasy glances.