Author's POVThe room was dim, walls adorned with ancient etchings and heavy black drapes that silenced even the air itself. Beneath a massive iron chandelier with flickering crimson bulbs sat a long obsidian table. The air was tense. The scent of candle wax and dried blood lingered faintly, like a ghost of their past decisions.The door groaned open.Four men strode in, their cloaks trailing behind like black smoke. Zev was the first to enter, his silver mask gleaming, posture rigid, composed as ever. Azar followed, quiet and analytical, tapping away at a tablet in his hand. Kade, taller and bulkier, kept glancing at his sides, his paranoia palpable. Varric, the last to arrive, walked with an arrogant swagger, twirling a small dagger between his fingers.They took their seats wordlessly, a storm already brewing in the silence between them.Azar placed his tablet on the table and tapped the screen. A holographic projection of Red’s base glowed into life. The imag
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