Chapter 21 The Confusion
Somewhere on a Caribbean island, inside a secret facility of the Temple of Assassins...
Nine masked figures—pseudo-leaders of the Temple—sat around a circular obsidian table. One chair stood vacant.
Nyx had left moments earlier, storming out after a clash of ideologies fractured the conversation. The remaining eight leaders sat in tense silence, the atmosphere crackling with unspoken judgment.
A lone messenger stood nearby, holding a sleek electronic tablet. Hovering above it, a three-dimensional projection illuminated the dark chamber. On the display: Zane—his every move watched in silence.
The tension in the room was palpable.
At first, their expressions were hardened—laced with contempt, anger, and old wounds. The shadow of Zane’s father loomed over the young man, tainting every step he took in their eyes.
Even though Nyx had vouched for him—fought to protect him—the others weren’t so easily swayed. The sins of the father ran deep, and to many around the table, they were personal.
Betrayal. Loss. Shame. These leaders had scars—some physical, most hidden—and Zane’s bloodline scraped against all of them.
A woman finally broke the silence. Her voice carried a thick Japanese accent. "Look at that. What... what is he doing now?"
They leaned in.
After a long pause, another voice, calm but grave, answered, "That’s... a Spatial Routing Spell."