Woosh!
While the ministers were hesitating, three shadows streaked forward, forming a tight triangle around the cloaked figure.
The first was a woman, her expression colder than winter steel, her sword glowing with pale light as she locked her killing intent on the intruder. Her very presence silenced half the murmurs in the hall.
To her right stood a broad-shouldered man, his armor nothing more than the thick hide of a tiger draped across him. He carried no weapon, only the savage aura of the beast he had slain, his fists clenched like iron boulders.
And last, anchoring their formation, a towering old man with a beard so long it brushed the floor with every step.
His bald head gleamed under the faint light, and the cords of muscle running across his body looked as though they could tear mountains apart.
He was known for relying only on his flesh and strength, his enemies crushed by the raw weight of his blows.
