Chapter 55: The Chamber Fractures
The collection of varying faces was enough to disorient Rowan, their pedigree told through the extravagant, bright colors of their garments and the many silvers embroidery lacing their wrists, shoulders, and necks.
Amongst them, some stood taller than others, but all held within them influence and bled into even the atmospheric aether. An interesting aspect, but not one that Rowan could focus on.
"Pope Tharos, we’ve already discussed the untimeliness of this announcement. I order--"
"You order nothing of me, Viral. I suggest that you step aside, unless you wish only for divine retribution. Need I remind you the debt that burdens your family?"
With a simple wave of the Pope’s hand, the king submitted to his decree, stepping back to allow him the imaginary podium.
"Members of parliament, priests of the church, noblemen, visiting mayors of their respective cities, and all others beholden to great power and influence, witness the very incarnation of the demon king, in the flesh! The reincarnation of the Wraith is upon us, housing a demon within him that if left alone, may plague all those around him!"
Confused whispers spread in the halls, their dance and song spreading itself thin. It was a choking dominance, the Pope’s words, and yet none dared to speak up in bouts of inquiry or rebuttal.
Just stagnant air once their muttering died.
"Please, allow me to speak for myself--"