“What should I do, Great Elder?”
Qimat looked at Youri submissively and said, “The gathering is just around the corner. What should we do if we can’t explain things clearly?”
Youri took a deep breath to forcibly calm himself down. All this while, this matter had been on his mind. However, he had no way of resolving this. He did not want to admit to this because he did not wish to shoulder the blame. However, on the contrary, he would not be able to explain what he was doing at that specific period of time.
“Alright now, you’re dismissed for now. We’ll take one step at a time.”
Youri waved slightly.
“Understood.”
QImat nodded and turned to leave.
After he left, Youri’s face darkened as he clenched his fists. He also exuded a terrifying aura. He was now showing signs of going berserk. If pressured any further, he would certainly act impulsively. Besides, he already had an idea in mind. If he could not explain things clearly, he would resort to violence.
James did not know anything about this. Though he remained on Mount Doom, he was contemplating what Youri was planning.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, the day of the Dooms’ gathering had arrived.
Night fell.
James sat on a rock in the courtyard and gazed at the pitch-black sky. Yemima, glamorous as always, appeared before him and said, “Tomorrow’s the day of the gathering.”
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