The dawn at the fortress was silent, but not in the same way. The previous silence had been empty. This one was now laden with departure.
In the gray light filtering through the perpetual clouds, the little of the morning was illuminated as visitors and branch leaders prepared to leave.
Carriages and winged beasts were loaded, farewells were short and formal. The gaze of Dong Zhen, who was observing from one of the highest towers, ensured that no one lingered any longer, causing any inconvenience.
Kyrian watched from his narrow window.
When the last group departed, a subtle relief ran through the fortress. The weight of external curiosities was gone, leaving behind only the permanent inhabitants and the five new direct disciples.
It did not take long for the summons to reach Kyrian.
A servant knocked on his door.
"Young Master Kyrian. Master Dong Zhen requests your presence in the Core Hall along with the others."
