"I would like to call this meeting to order."
The one who spoke was the Emperor of Valtheron, sitting at the center of a large council chamber with the flags of the empire flying behind him. He seemed satisfied, and the coldness in his eyes could easily be seen.
It was evident that he had waited a long time for this, and he was going to enjoy every single second of it.
After all, for the first time since its inception, the Empire, no, all the nobles, had now turned against the Temple.
They who called wind and rain.
They who dictated the way of the world.
They had called them to trial.
Not a single noble here was afraid or worried. After all, the Temple was now a paper tiger. Its wealth had been lost, taken by Amon, and it was heavily in debt, with Damon Grey holding them by the neck.
Not just him, either.
A lot of powerful nobles had their hands around the Temple's throat. Damon was simply the biggest among them.
