To discuss the issue that required their urgent attention, Dynasty took the group to the Castle's meeting room at the very top of the massive building.
The room had large glass windows on every side, leaving only a few small pillars to keep the room from collapsing on itself.
This made the place double as both a meeting room, as well as an observatory. Eliron walked up to the glass and peered down at the sprawling landscape below.
Flecks of snow were drifting through the air, some sliding down the glass, carried by a frigid that blew across the entire landscape.
From here, they could likely see an attack long before it arrived.
"You haven't said a single word, Uncle." Alex spoke in a serious tone, as his uncle unfurled a map on the table.
"The news I have is not meant for the soldier's ears." He explained as he raised his gaze.
Alex raised a brow, but he did not rush the old man. Dynasty pointed at a certain area on the map.
