The war room reeked of fear and anticipation. I watched through narrowed eyes as my generals fidgeted around the massive strategy table, their nervous glances bouncing between me and the door. They knew what was coming. They'd heard the rumors that Alpha Kael had captured Kaelen Thorne.
My throne awaited confirmation—literal confirmation in the form of my greatest enemy's head.
"Regent Valerius," my aide announced from the doorway, his voice unnaturally high with tension. "Alpha Kael has arrived with... the prisoner."
I straightened my jacket and schooled my features into cool indifference. This moment deserved proper appreciation. History would remember this day—when I, Valerius, solidified my claim as Emperor by eliminating the last true challenger to my rule.
"Show them in," I commanded.
