The hallway echoed with a single, firm voice. "Absolutely not!"The room was a stark contrast to the verdant world outside. Fluorescent lights hummed over a long, polished table, where the community's top brass, the administrators and executives, sat in a formidable line. Opposite them stood Palmer, Valen, Fenris, Max, and Dylan, an island of outsiders."If what you're saying is true," Claudia Draxen, the Chief Administrator, said with a voice like a guillotine's blade, "doesn't that mean we risk revealing this place to them when we bring the relics together here?""This is the best place to keep them!" Dylan countered, his face a mask of frustration. "They can't reach the orbs here.""You say that, but you've already brought some of them to us," Reginald Veynar, the Chief Administrative Assistant, said, his fingers steepled on the table. "What makes you so sure there aren't more of them...more than can breathe in a place that's supposed to be deadly to their kind?""Reginald has a po