Once the Emperor's wrath erupted, death itself became a luxury.
At this moment, a man wearing a black robe and a faceless black metal mask emerged from the side hall.
The man's robe was intricately adorned with various ancient and mysterious patterns. His eyes, deep as the night, seemed like an abyss that one dared not stare into. His demeanor exuded a mysterious aura.
"Lord Roglian, the Prime Minister!"
Hodiska greeted the man before him with great reverence.
"Mhm."
Roglian replied in a hoarse voice.
"Lord, we have come to face the Emperor and beg for forgiveness for our faults!"
Hodiska said gravely.
"Follow me, the Emperor is waiting for you."
Roglian directed Hodiska and the other two, then proceeded into the depths of the side hall.
Hodiska and his companions followed behind, their expressions tense.
They quickly passed through the door of the side hall and entered a long corridor.
