The heavy oak doors of the grand council chamber swung shut with a muffled thud, sealing out the relentless howl of the mountain wind. I walked briskly toward the central dais, my boots clicking sharply against the polished marble floor. Behind me, the two detained Eastern Reach operatives were hauled away by the security detail, their damp uniforms leaving dark streaks across the stone.
The failed sub-vault sabotage had sent immediate shockwaves through the citadel. Already, foreign delegates from the neutral delegations were murmuring anxiously in the corridors, realizing that the upcoming Grandos summit was sitting on a razor's edge.
I stepped up to the dais and unrolled a fresh situational report, but before I could review the perimeter reinforcement logs, a sharp, urgent knock rappe
