Chapter Seventy-Two
The throne room was the same, but it was Elrien who felt different. The memories of the past which had surfaced in his mind the previous night made him feel reluctant to be in this large chamber that suddenly felt too suffocating.
Right now, Elrien could almost see them.
His father, King Azmodeus sitting on this very throne he sat on. His mother, the queen taking her place beside him, and little Azarien playing around.
The sound of their voices was centuries away, but Elrien could hear them clearly.
He inhaled deeply dispelling those hateful past.
He was no longer weak. Now, he was the most powerful creature. Everyone who spat on him was dead and their descendants had to bow to his ultimate power.
Now, he just had to handle this emergency meeting. Elrien was trying to concentrate on the documents before him, but the sight of twenty ministers assembled was already giving him a headache.
