Alden studied her for a long moment, then slowly exhaled. With a slight gesture of his hand, the oppressive aura receded, the weight lifting from the air. Jolthar gasped quietly, his body instinctively releasing the tension it had been holding. Roblan staggered but caught himself.
Alden smirked once more. "You are bold," he remarked, glancing back at Jolthar. "Boldness alone does not make one powerful; sometimes it would kill you. Do not forget that, boy."
Jolthar remained silent, his rage simmering beneath the surface.
The envoy turned to his men. "We have seen enough for now," he declared. "We will report our findings to the Ministry. But do not think this is over."
With that, the envoys turned, exiting the tent as swiftly as they had come. The moment they were gone, Jolthar exhaled sharply, his fists still clenched, his entire body trembling with rage.
