Chapter 82: The Imperial Chancellor's Arrival

As the door creaked open, a commanding presence filled the room, like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore.

The guards, once standing at attention, now knelt down in unison, their voices echoing through the chamber. "Imperial Chancellor." The title hung in the air, a pronouncement of power and authority.

The man who walked in was a middle-aged figure, his full black hair a stark contrast to the wisps of gray that danced at his temples. His eyes, too, were full of age. His steps were oppressive, each footfall a deliberate statement of his dominance.

A wave of energy crashed onto the nobles, like a gust of wind sweeping through the room.

Everyone flinched, their hands instinctively rising to shield themselves with their Mana, as if protecting themselves from an unseen threat. The air was electric with tension, the nobles' faces a mixture of fear and awe.