Careless

The Grand Hall was eerily quiet, a tension thick enough to cut through as Graviel's chilling words hung in the air.

Seated on his throne, his expression was cold, his silver eyes sharp as they surveyed the crowd.

Beside him, Elion stood tall, his golden eyes gleaming faintly, as if every part of this situation was unfolding exactly as he had planned.

Across the hall, the elders, servants, guards, and even Rendall and Darius shifted uneasily. Confusion and unease rippled through them like a rising tide.

Kaelric, standing among them, broke the silence, his voice edged with both respect and concern.

"Father, what's going on?" Kaelric asked, his sharp features furrowed in confusion. His silver gaze darted between Graviel and Elion. "Who are you talking about? Is it... Elder Cedrin?"