In the grand hall of the Imperial Palace, a meeting was called, summoning all the leaders of the noble families of the Empire, along with the highest-ranking government officials.
The air inside the chamber was suffocating, thick with tension—like a dark cloud looming in the sky, ready to burst with thunder and rain.
Every noble present could feel the weight pressing down on their chest, making it hard to breathe, as though invisible hands were choking them. Yet, despite the oppressive atmosphere, they forced themselves to remain calm and composed before the Emperor and Empress.
"Everyone here must already know why I've summoned you on such short notice, am I correct?" Emperor Raghar's cold voice echoed through the hall as his sharp gaze swept across the assembly, studying every face and every flicker of their eyes.
"We do, Your Highness…" the nobles muttered in unison, their voices subdued, each of them nodding solemnly with worry written across their expressions.
