Within the SOH Association building, in a vast office, several men and women sat around a long, curving conference table, facing one another. At the far end, presiding over them all, sat the grand commander.
The day break had stretched into the late mornings and as the grand commander had ordered, the council members had been briefed on the matter and called into a meeting which they were currently in the middle of.
Everyone present there each belonged to a faction where they were either the captain or hold a high position. In other words, they were high ranking personalities in the association.
Several among them were old, while some were middle aged with the others being young. They all sat rigid with an air of skepticism—their expressions stern with worry and confusion.
