Chapter 95: The Weight of Hope
The High Council Chamber of Bastion Seven was a room designed to remind men and women of the heavy burden of survival.
The vaulted ceiling was lined with massive obsidian pillars, and the long, semi-circular mahogany table was occupied by the absolute apex of human authority.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane sat at the center, radiating the suffocating heat of a dying star.
Flanking him were the heads of the Four High Noble Houses: Patriarch Hennessey, Lord Tokks, Lady Seraphina, and Lady Logcheville.
They were the pillars of the Bastion, individuals who held the lives of millions in their hands.
Standing in the center of the chamber, fully debriefed and washed clean of the Wildlands mud, were the eleven first-year students of the Special Class.
Standing to the side was Draven, who was glancing at the line-up in front of him.
