35

In the night sky, the ominous grey clouds floated around the full moon. From afar, the faint sounds of the wild animal and the low howls of the wind crept into my ears. Inside a spacious black room, Which was lit with blue gloomy light from the moon entering through the window. The light outlined the figure of a man who Sat in his long white cloak that was heavily embroidered with golden threads. His fingers occasionally hit the surface of the table he sat behind while looking at the old men standing in front of him in a row. His amethyst eyes brought chills to their bones. The men were trembling while standing before the most powerful Mage that had ever existed. And today they feared that it might be their last day as they had committed a grave crime.

“Speak…” His voice was like a gust of cold wind, They shuddered

“MAster, Please show mercy,” He fell to his knees and so did the others. Symon’s eyebrows creased, His hand slowly formed into a fist and he rose to form his seat.