Rise Of The Immaterial Man

A New Mission

I was almost relieved to see the building that housed the council of the Immateria.

The last time I’d been there I’d been forced to essentially beg for my life. This time around I was going there to prove that the fact they’d spared me was worthwhile, I’d already produced results.

The underlying nerves were still there though.

While we had managed to dispatch the rogue Immateria, there was clearly something else brewing on the horizon. Death was coming.

We walked through the entry doors and into the lobby. The same woman was sitting at the desk as before. She glanced up from her paperwork, gave Sophia an easy smile, and went back to what she was doing.

Sophia brushed past the desk, clearly, the council was expecting us.

The Council chamber was much the same as I’d seen it the first time we’d been asked to go there for my hearing. The same chairs were set up around the same crescent moon table, and the same Immateria were sitting in attendance.

Idly I wondered if they ever left