The servant bowed low and hurried from the hall, his footsteps echoing through the vast chamber.
The flickering torches cast elongated shadows against the towering stone walls, their golden light barely holding back the encroaching darkness. The faint scent of melted wax and aged parchment lingered in the chamber, mixing with the metallic tang of unease.
As the doors shut behind him, the vast space seemed even larger—emptier, as if it, too, had sensed the shift in the air.
Outside, the distant howl of the wind rattled against the windows, a cold reminder of the storm brewing far beyond these walls—both within and without.
Bennet's gaze then swept across the room as if calculating what to do next once more before stopping at Raegan, his expression unreadable but charged with something as he spoke, "Tell me everything about the battle."
