[Sunday- 10:42 AM]
The conference chamber was buried in reinforced mana stone, shielded from outside interference and layered with tiered anti-surveillance wards. Not even sound dared echo in this room unless allowed. Screens floated in concentric rings around the central table, displaying raw data—rotating projections of dungeon gates, mana overlays, and hunter identification glyphs flickering in real-time.
Seated at the table were some of the Association's most senior analysts, guild liaisons, and arcane theorists. Overseer Ryhal presided at the head, his fingers steepled under his chin, his expression sharp but unreadable.
