The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of a single enchanted lantern resting on the polished ebony desk. A faint hum of mana pulsed through the air, the only indication that this chamber was not as simple as it appeared. The thick stone walls, reinforced with protective runes, ensured absolute privacy—no stray ears, no lingering eyes.
The figure stood near the desk, his posture composed, his gaze lowered in deference. In front of him, a small, levitating communication crystal pulsed with soft, rhythmic light.
Then—
A voice.
Low, steady, but absolute. A voice that carried the weight of command, of a power that did not need to be raised to be felt.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The figure's tone was unwavering, a perfect mask of obedience. "Everything is going well."
A pause.
Then the voice from the crystal responded, smooth yet edged with quiet authority.
"Good."
