He was a man in his late forties, with short black hair beginning to show traces of silver near his temples.
A neatly trimmed beard covered his jaw, while his sharp blue eyes carried the calm authority of someone who had spent decades ruling a kingdom.
He wore a dark blue royal robe embroidered with golden dragons, and a heavy crown rested upon his head.
Despite his age, his body remained imposing.
The aura surrounding him belonged to a powerful cultivator.
Yet, compared to the authority of his position, his cultivation was not what made the surrounding ministers fear him.
It was his mind.
King Aldric was known throughout the region as a cautious and calculating ruler.
He rarely made decisions without considering every possible consequence.
That was why the expression on his face changed the moment he finished reading the report.
The parchment slowly lowered from his hands.
Silence filled the throne room.
The ministers standing below immediately noticed the change.
