The night continued.
In a place within White Stone City, deep underground, a secret chamber.
A long table was placed in the middle of the chamber, where many people were sitting, and a meeting different from that of the White Stone Tower was underway.
Sitting at one end of the long table was the "traveling" Great Scholar Socrates, flanked by Adod and Petra.
The three of them raised the average age of everyone in the meeting, casting an inexplicably gloomy atmosphere over it.
The candle flames, the torches burning on the walls, crackled as they burned. Everyone in the secret chamber was silent until Socrates finally spoke, breaking the deadly stillness.
"Does anyone wish to speak up and discuss the recent situation?" Socrates looked around at the people sitting at the table.
No one answered.
