In the dimly lit room somewhere in the Palace, Pantalone and Dottore found themselves seated at opposite ends of a long, ornate table.

This meeting was meant to bring together all the Fatui Harbingers, yet, the others were running late. Regrator tapped his fingers impatiently on the polished wood surface. Dottore, on the other hand, seemed unfazed, his gaze fixated on some obscure experiment notes scribbled on a scrap of paper.

As they waited for the others, a subtle tension hung in the air.