Chapter 145 Avatar of Harmony (23)
Secret Chamber, Underground Thirtos City
This chamber is a hidden space beneath the palace, surrounded by thick stone walls and known only to a select few from the highest echelons of nobility. The room resembles a historical archive more than a formal meeting space, filled with ancient books, magical artifacts, and inscriptions in ancient languages scattered throughout.
In the center of the room, Fitran stood with Excalibur in hand, his gaze fixed on the four familiar faces. With a menacing posture, he raised the glowing Excalibur imbued with dark energy; its magical aura radiated with an intensity that made each heartbeat feel like a slow, drawn-out moment, creating an extraordinary tension. They struggled to maintain their focus as their minds wandered, crushed under an unbearable weight. A wave of shimmering dark energy, flashing like dark lightning, left them breathless, and some were overtaken by an uncontrollable tremor. These were the members of the Ancient Council—the figures wielding the greatest power in the kingdom, who knew more about the ancient spirit Elli-Rheun than they allowed the public to know.
The nobles included:
Lord Altair von Rook, the leader of the great sorcerers, renowned for his cunning ability to hide malice behind sweet words. As Fitran's magical aura enveloped them, he felt a chilling vibration creep down his spine, causing cold sweat to bead at his temples.
Lady Selene Iridan, a keeper of secrets who had long been involved in the research of spirit powers and ancient rituals. Upon sensing Fitran's aura, her face went pale and her lips trembled, as if the remnants of her courage evaporated in the face of the unexpected power.
Lord Varan Duskgate, a military general with knowledge of ancient warfare and supernatural threats, felt his heart racing uncontrollably. Each beat served as a reminder of the lurking danger, prompting him to clench his hands under the table.
Duke Elion Verath, an influential diplomat frequently dealing with matters concerning otherworldly entities, experienced chills as his fingers brushed against the cold surface of the table. A wave of dread enveloped him, transforming his calm expression into one of striking uncertainty.
Their presence surrounded the meeting table, yet silence enveloped the room. The atmosphere felt stagnant and oppressive, as if each breath was stifled by the chilling power of Fitran. His dark aura flowed with intimidation, battering the psychological tension of the nobles. The flickering energy radiating throughout the room disrupted their thoughts, creating a discomfort that dulled their courage, leaving their tongues tied and their faces marked by fear.