Xerath followed the long strides of a tall red-skinned man with massive horns, his father.
The corridor was pitch-black. He had to activate his dark vision just to see where he was going.
Their footsteps stopped in front of an old, moss-covered wooden door that looked like it could collapse at any moment.
But when Damien Lucivar —Xerath's father— pushed it open with his broad hand, the door swung inward without a problem.
Beyond the doorway, more than a dozen people were already seated around a round table.
Damien took the chair at the head of the table. Xerath stood behind him.
He had been nervous since the moment they arrived, this was the first time he had ever been allowed to attend the meeting.
All because he'd managed to enter Class S, a class unexpectedly filled with children from influential families.
The meeting began under his father's lead.
Xerath barely understood half of the discussion. The phrasing was too ambiguous and heavy for his first experience.
