"To think there's a Kaoslith like that..." Mirinda's eyes narrowed, her focus sharpening.
She silently processed the report from her right-hand man, Beltimore.
A Kaoslith with the ability to cancel magic, the presence of a secret organization, and an unknown power that could transform humans into monsters.
It was too much. And with the Carnival just around the corner, the timing couldn't be worse.
"I'll inform Prince Reid immediately," Mirinda said firmly. "This is a grave matter. Perhaps he can persuade the King to delay or even cancel the Carnival. Too many lives are at risk."
Everyone in the room nodded in solemn agreement.
Mirinda then watched Beltimore's face. His expression looked troubled.
"Are you alright, Beltimore? Or is there anything else you still want to tell me?"
Beltimore adjusted his glasses. "That's everything we wanted to report," he replied calmly.
He lied.
