Aurelion's final words cracked like a whip in the air.
His golden eyes scanned the face of each clan leader around the table, gauging their reactions.
For a moment, a silence fell over the room. Only the howling of the wind outside and the crackling of the torches could be heard.
A mixture of anger and astonishment tensed the features of the experienced leaders.
Captain Roric, however, remained seated, his elbows on the table, fingers interlocked, watching the audacious show with a faint smile.
Clan Leader Viggo, trying to regain control of the situation. The calmness in his blue eyes had cracked ever so slightly, but his voice, surprisingly, still held its wise tone. "What are you trying to say, son?"
