Chapter 203. Warmongers

“The Heptagon? What’s that?” Steven asked as he and the priestess marched quickly through a passage in the castle. Their footsteps were almost silent, their faces lighting up and dimming out repeatedly as they walked past the lanterns that hung from the passage walls.

The priestess’s face was etched with worry, her left hand tightly grasping the black scroll, and her right holding her staff. She didn’t know what to say to Steven. The Heptagon was a secret she’d kept for decades, even from the king. But now more than ever she needed help, and keeping secrets wouldn’t get her that.

“The Heptagon is the most important council in all of Moonworld. They are the ones responsible for keeping the peace between the seven kingdoms and making sure the trade between them continues without problems,” the priestess answered. She stopped abruptly before a brown door, and Steven stopped behind her, panting lightly.

“Why have I never heard of them before?” Steven asked, his eyes sw