Chapter 593

The next day, Biskeland was a hive of activity. Every department, every war zone, was in overdrive, all hands on deck for the Commander's wedding.

The buzz reached the central Grand Pendragon Department's Four Elders, and Secretary-General Ywain Darryl's face was etched with urgency as he bolted from his office to the main conference room.

As Ywain made his way through the corridors, members of the Grand Pendragon Department could not help but notice the worry etched deep into their Secretary-General's face. They paused, whispering and peering around corners, convinced that something monumental must have happened.

Reaching the grand doors of the main conference room, Ywain paused, inhaled deeply, and rapped lightly on the wood.

"Enter!"

Quickly adjusting his rumpled suit, Ywain strode into the room.

Inside, the Four Elders were deep in a clandestine discussion. The First Elder, Timothy, greeted him with a grin. "What's the rush, Ywain?"

Standing tall and respectful beside the co