The massive stone walls echoed the sound of his footsteps as he walked down the hall. The temple was enshrouded in cold brown and black stone. Jagged and angular, it was not a comfortable place compared to Rubi-ka. Down the hall he had come from, stood two creature-like guards that he still hadn’t grown accustomed to being around. A cold, damp draft blew through the hall but he’d rather deal with the temperature than one of the Unredeemed. Penumbra was not a pleasant place and certainly not a place he wanted to be assigned to. He stopped before the entry to what they called “the chamber.”
Inside the room, Meldaeyn sat meditating on the empty stone cold floor. He seemed a small figure lying within a massive room of darkness. His body half covered in shadow and behind him, a banner of the Unredeemed shifted slightly against the wall as the wind caressed it, breaking the silence.
“The Sentinels have won the Council of Truth election en mass, my liege.” He said as he hesitated upon entering the room, slowly stepping forward. “Silverstone has refused to be named First Speaker however.”
“I am aware.” Meldaeyn replied with no emotion or movement. “What one reads on the grid and from spies is not the only way to gain knowledge. One must learn to see beyond the limitations of the body.” The young agent moved before him on one knee.
“Yes, my liege. However, this shows that clan attitude is almost completely towards military action against the corporation. If Silverstone had that much support to be placed in charge…” He started to speak but was quickly interrupted. Meldaeyn quickly drew his blade as it hummed to life and placed it against his throat. The red glow of the blade lit up the almost black room and seared his neck slightly with its heat.
“Do you not think we know what can come of these events? You cannot fathom plans that have been in place for epochs. Silverstone is an advantage to us.” Meldaeyn relaxed the blade.
“But how can this be…” The agent was perplexed and sweating.
“That is not something that needs to be made known to you. I suggest next time you disturb me, you bring some information that is actually worth something. That is what you are paid for. And paid well.” He withdrew the blade and shut it down, its glowing beam no longer illuminating the room. “Leave me be, I must ready myself for Vanya’s command. As you should as well.”
The agent nodded and proceeded back out the way he came in. Bracing himself for the bitter cold something told him he was safer out there than within.