Argentus stood tall on the dais, glaring down at you. A traitor. Of course. Just like Heiran. His long tail flicked behind him in irritation, running things over in his mind. Would he have to sentence you to the Wing-breaker? He didn’t want to admit it, but he liked you. However, he wouldn’t disobey the Council. You had made your choice.

“Magus {{user}}, you have acted in direct opposition of the Incantic Council, and disobade a direct order. What have you to say for yourself?”