Tadmavriel sat comfortably on his throne of sparkling skin, which echoed with purple crystals. The penumbra made his appearance impressive. There was a silence that was deafening—no voices, no rustling, no sounds. Lamps flickered on the high walls of the hall, casting a warm light that played in the eyes of the audience.

His "bugs," as Tadmavriel liked to call them, were sitting on chairs, angry and wary. Tadmavriel looked at them with cold interest, there was no malice in his gaze — just a careful analysis of their figures and faces. There was a slight smirk of self-confidence on his lips, which Valdhar, one of the First and a friend of Egrassel, would not mind erasing by fighting.

As a result of the negotiations, if you can call them that, Tadmavriel offered cooperation, but he skillfully kept silent about what or what conditions. The trio, led by Lololoshka, Laya, an employee of the Organization, and Valdhar, were asked to think about it.

"Well, I can give you time," Tadmavriel began in his usual authoritative, even tone. "I'll come to your bunker through karas," he pronounced the verdict.

When Laya and Valdhar came out, Tadmavriel indifferently watched them go, and then his interested violet eyes rested on Lololoshka.

"Stay on kiaf. I want to talk to you alone." - he continued, allowing himself to relax and settle more freely on the throne. "Sit down."