Second World War [01]

The room tensed.

Guards rushed forward, their swords gleaming under the dim light. Some professors, skilled in combat, raised their hands, ready to strike with magic.

"It is useless." Dareth's voice was calm but carried undeniable authority.

One of the professors came forward, his voice firm but tremulous. "Who are you?"

Dareth's head cocked slightly. "The one giving you a choice."

The room was quiet.

"If you accept this agreement, there will be no war." His tone was steady, almost indifferent.

But as soon as he said the word "war," panic broke out.

"War?" One of the governors muttered.

Another gasped, "Hell no… You're with the Velnoctene!"

Expressions changed. Their eyes filled with fear.

Dareth chuckled quietly to himself. "Yes, I am Velnoctene. So let's not waste time." Even though he spoke in a calm tone, the weight of what he said weighed down the room like an impending storm.