Chapter 54 Arkanum Veritas (15)
A Few Days Ago,
The Great Assembly Hall of Gaia, a magnificent black marble structure towering in the heart of Thirtos, has never felt so heavy with tension. Powerful nobles, high judges, chief sorcerers, and military delegates united in a council ring filled with an atmosphere of unease. Every discussion gravitated toward one name that now resonated on everyone's lips, spreading like a dark shadow:
"Rinoa."
"She has become an executioner without a mandate," Lord Althier declared, his voice echoing in the silence of the room, each word seemingly shaking the souls of those who heard it. Doubt was etched clearly on his face, fears of potential devastation from the decisions they were making swirling in his mind. "She acts without approval, without instruction. All her actions are destroying the Arkanum Veritas Faction with her fervor, not with law," he added, his tone lowering as if urging the audience to listen and understand.
Lady Maren, the magic advisor, interjected with a sharp and trembling tone, "But who can stop him? If he gets hurt... we know how terrifying the consequences could be." Her words flowed like a threatening wave, awakening the deep-seated fear in every noble's soul present in the room, creating an increasingly oppressive atmosphere.
Silence enveloped the space, with the weight of tension nearly unbearable. Every breath felt like a torment, as if it hindered the pulse of life itself. Their hearts pounded fiercely, dragging question after question about the next steps into the darkness of their minds.
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed sharply, shattering the stillness. In the cold and silent atmosphere, every eye immediately turned towards the source of the sound, as hope and fear clashed within their souls.
Slowly, without the clanging of metal or the footsteps of guards accompanying him, the figure appeared as if bringing with it a tense magical aura.
Fitran entered.
His steps were calm, each footprint resonating with the power he had amassed. The black and gray cloak flowed with an air of arrogance, even without a gust of wind, creating a chilling presence. His gaze swept across the room, sharply scrutinizing the faces of the leaders seated in the circle, each filled with uncertainty. Their hearts felt as if they had stopped, ensnared by the intimidating stare.
No one dared to utter a word, trapped in the fear of judgment that seemed to descend upon them from the heavens, shaking their convictions to the core.