Morris stared at the polished surface of the table for a long, silent moment, the gears of his mind clearly turning as he processed the sheer implications of Noah's power.
The room felt suddenly claustrophobic, the weight of the secrets held within these walls pressing down on everyone present.
Finally, he exhaled and then leaned back, his robes rustling with a dry, papery sound.
"We'll need to contact the Magus Order about this… this isn't something we can handle alone. Their archives might be the only place where we can find a record of how to truly excise a demon of this caliber." he muttered.
As he spoke, Yuan and Varis sat on the very edges of their seats, looking like men who had been thrust into the center of a storm they barely understood.
They simply kept nodding their heads in a rhythmic, mechanical fashion at every word Morris said, their movements stiff and unpracticed.
