The air in the tent was thick with tension as everyone exchanged silent glances.
Valen's voice pierced through the silence, echoing with anger.
"Find the queen? Why?!" he shouted, slamming his fist against the wooden table in the center. His knuckles turned red from the blow, trembling with a mix of rage and disbelief.
Cynthia stood opposite him, her hands clasped behind her back. Her calm demeanor only seemed to agitate him further.
"She is the one who unlocked the portal," she said calmly, her voice betraying no emotion.
Valen's head snapped up, his expression twisting with defiance.
"Mother would never! You have no proof!"
Lucian, standing to the side, spoke before Cynthia could respond.
"I testify she isn't lying," he said firmly, his gaze locked on Valen's.
Dylan, who had been leaning against one of the tent poles, straightened his posture.