Chapter 209 Plotting The Rebellion

• Blake stood at the head of the long oak table in the dimly lit meeting room, his hands gripping the edges as he looked at the four elders seated before him. Each elder had their own reasons for being there, but they all shared a common purpose—to see Isaac’s reign come to an end. Blake’s piercing gaze swept across their faces, reading the mix of emotions hidden behind their stern expressions.
• Miriam, the eldest among them, sat straight-backed in her chair. Her sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on Blake, scrutinizing every move he made. Dressed in a deep purple robe, she exuded an aura of authority that was impossible to ignore.
• To her right sat Matthias, his bushy eyebrows drawn together in a perpetual frown, the lines of his weathered face etched deeply with years of battle and experience. The twin streaks of gray in his dark hair seemed to glow in the dim light, adding to his formidable presence.