Rhosyn, upon arriving back in New Avalonia, was met by a messenger squirrel. She handed the Luminarch the letter from the Steel Lords, bowed and departed.
Rhosyn frowned... maybe she had been wrong about attending this meeting. It seemed to have only added to the new tensions forming across the world. Yet... if this was true, the Phyrix Collective would not be safe from the coming conflict.
She bit her lip, thinking about what she had said to Bailey, knowing now, more than ever, having a stronger military force would be beneficial. Yet...
"Dante." she said curtly. "Gather the Council. There is much we need to discuss. And send a copy of this to both the High Knight-Lord and Chief of Craft. I want them both looking over the details of this letter as well as prepping our military. I will be coming to bless and inspect them soon."
Dante looked puzzled but nodded, a grim look returning to his features. "Your will is done, Luminarch."
Rhosyn moved quickly to the Great Hall. The council would be terrified, but they needed strength in the coming days.