Ethan's silver hair rippled as he burst into laughter, the sound echoing through his void-like chamber. From the comfort of his throne, he had been observing the meeting unfold on the glowing screen before him.
"Hahaha… that's one for the books," he exclaimed, his amusement uncontained. The screen flickered with the image of the wolf-kin who had cried out against Kael—his face ashen, sweat beading at his temples, brows raised as though he had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.
"It feels like I'm watching some kind of drama," Ethan murmured, leaning forward with growing interest.
Though the reactions entertained him, it was Kael's response he truly awaited. His eyes fixed on the screen, anticipation gleaming in his gaze.
Back in the meeting hall, Kael heard the outcry. Slowly, deliberately, he swept his gaze toward the speaker.
The coward flinched under his stare but did not sit. He remained standing, trembling but defiant.
"Yeah… I agree!"
