The council chamber remained silent, the weight of Damien's words hanging over the gathered nobles like a blade waiting to drop. The flickering torches cast jagged shadows across the high stone walls, illuminating the tight expressions and wary glances exchanged between the lords.
Varcen sat stiffly in his chair, his lips pressed into a thin line, but Damien saw the tightening of his jaw, the subtle shift in his posture. He had expected a fight, perhaps even an argument. But instead, he was calculating.
Which meant Damien was right.
Varcen knew about the first seal.
King Aldric's eyes darkened. "You claim the Silent Order attacked the Archives to bury knowledge of this… first seal." His voice was measured, but Damien could hear the undercurrent of doubt. "And yet, we have no records of such a thing existing."
Damien's steel-gray eyes flicked across the room. "Of course, we don't. Because every record was removed."