Situated in the white-washed room, figures hidden behind white curtains sat before a long table, easily reaching ten meters.
The silhouettes of these individuals vary in size and behavior. Some were big; some were slim.
One of them was silent and calm as a lake, while another was jittery as one could get.
Despite this, none of them had stepped out of the line nor complained about the lack of vision impaired by the curtains before them or about the variety of colors other than white that painted the whole place...
"Begin." Sitting on the head of the table, a forlorn figure declared.
As soon as his words reverberated crisply in the spacious hall, the table quivered, struck by one of them.
"How long are we going to wait!? The heathens had declared war upon the Faith and we had done nothing about it! I can still remember those eyes...I'll rip off that mask along with his head and feed the dogs with it!"
"Do you have any idea where they are?" Sounded another one with an apathetic tone.
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"That wench Bennet will tell us! My sources said she was last spotted down south, looking for someone." Barked the man venomously.
"To be able to erase our Covenant...They seem to have capable personnel in their midst." Praised another one.
"It's his work! I just know it!!"
"Would you stop hitting the damn table!? How many have you broken already!?" Complained yet another one.
"The Church of Light is behaving...oddly..." Suddenly, out of nowhere, the leader spoke out, silencing the ongoing debate on the debate.
Silence pervaded the space, void of words.
It was the one who sat far on the opposite end of the leader who broke the air, saying, "Our deacon spoke the truth. Everything is a trifle in front of our true mission...Let the rats be, and they'll die sooner than later before we know it. Meanwhile, let us focus on the major task at hand. Find out the truth whether the Oracle of Light had been found or not...Find me the names..."
The meeting soon adjourned after that. One by one, the members began to leave the room, and soon before long, only two of them remained.
"Deacon...If the Oracle of Light had come...Does that mean our Chosen One..." Sounded the mysterious figure carefully.
"Patience, Zorah...The time will come, and we will know it...Remember...It is not our part to question the Holy Scripture...We are but tools to fix the scale..." Answered the leader long and winded.