Lower city district, several mysterious vassals were holding a secret meeting in a windowless room.
The skinny man wearing a work cap asked his companion, "Did you see it this morning? It seemed like cheers were coming from the Inner City, and then the whole Inner City was completely sealed off, even the heads of the military families at the City Government were withdrawn into the Inner City."
The man with small braids and some fine, raised keratinous bumps on his forehead speculated, "Could it be that the Silver Feather Army is planning to give up control of Holy Star and surrender to the Zhalan people?"
The skinny man shook his head, "But that wouldn't justify cheering all morning as if they've gone mad."
Another muscular brute said, "No matter what, as soon as the fleets of the Zhalan Civilization arrive, the Silver Feather Army is finished. Our revolution will have succeeded by then, and we will be the ones in charge of Holy Star."
