"Grand Convergence?" I repeat, my voice dropping. "Again?"
"Yes, this time in the Dominion," Aerynthar nods. "Now that the Empire has signed the treaty and the new trade policies and laws have passed, it is time for the Dominion to show our hospitality toward the Empire."
"Ah, I see..." I murmur.
"And the problem is," my brother says, leaning back in his chair with a heavy sigh, "if we fail to find the mastermind within this two-month timeframe, your visit to the Dominion is going to be incredibly risky. If the Bladewardens are compromised and involved in this cult, we don't know who else we can safely rely on for your security."
Ah, that... that is a massive issue, isn't it? I think a sudden wave of panic hitting me. So the time has finally come for me to visit Cyrina's actual home. This sucks... What if I act like a total stranger who doesn't know anything about the place where she spent twenty-three years of her life?!
