The Rulers' Verdict

The forest was cloaked in darkness, save for the flickering glow of a fire pit at the center of the gathering. Shadows danced on the bark of towering trees as the rulers of Baltalaha stood in a solemn circle. The chill of the night air pressed against them, carrying the weight of the grim decision before them.

Levan stood tall, his expression stern as he addressed the assembly. "Those who agree that we need to imprison or execute Morvane—raise your hands."

A heavy silence followed, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional crackle of the fire. No one moved at first.

Levan's heart clenched, and then, with grim resolve, he raised his hand.

Deus shifted uncomfortably where he stood near a cluster of trees. His brows furrowed in conflict as he rubbed the back of his neck. Finally, he raised his hand, though his voice wavered. "I… I believe this is for the sake of my kingdom and the safety of the other kingdoms in Baltalaha."