Erasing Trace

The Grand Hall of the Vossmer estate brimmed with an air of silent anticipation. Elders, servants, and soldiers stood in rows, their expressions ranging from nervous to curious.

Even the ever-efficient Darius and the astute Rendall were present, standing among the elders near the back, their faces neutral yet alert.

Graviel sat on his throne at the head of the chamber, his silver eyes piercing through the room like a blade.

Elion stood at his side, his sharp golden gaze scanning every face, noting every twitch, every hesitation.

As expected, some people didn't show up, Elion thought.

Graviel's deep voice filled the hall, resonant and commanding. "You are gathered here because this house has been betrayed."

The murmurs started almost immediately. Servants exchanged worried glances, and some elders stiffened, their expressions shifting uneasily.

Graviel's presence alone silenced the whispers before they could grow louder.