King Gulben rose from his seat with now a clear purpose in his eyes, his cloak brushing the floor as he called toward the nearest attendant standing outside the door.
The two attendants entered the throne room with a solemn face.
"Fetch the Royal Alchemists," he ordered, his voice ringing sharply through the chamber. "Tell them to brew high-grade potions of restoration, fortification, mana-focus, and resistance. The strongest they can produce. And tell them to work with haste. I want the first batch ready as quickly as possible."
The attendant bowed deeply. "At once, Your Majesty," he said before sprinting out of the room.
The king didn't pause. He gestured to another attendant waiting.
"Summon the advisors," King Gulben commanded. "All of them. I require an immediate council meeting. There are matters too urgent to delay."
The attendant bowed and hurried away, boots echoing across the stone floor.
