Moira's POV

The Council chamber feels smaller today. Every Elder sits in their designated seat—Isabella at the head, Elijah to her right, Malcolm and Percival on the left, Logan representing me at the far end. I stand behind Logan's chair, my hands resting on the carved wood. The twins wanted me to sit, but I need to stand. Need to be ready.

Margaret and Dimitri enter through the main doors. She wears deep purple robes that sweep the floor, her Oracle ...