The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor of a corridor where six individuals in robes belonging to the Excorvism sect stood.
Outside, the distant caws of crows echoed through the palace grounds, a reminder that the hour was growing late.
The king's aide stepped from within the room, bowing slightly. "Elders, His Majesty will see you now."
The group of robed figures exchanged brief glances before nodding and stepping through the open doors into the king's office.
The air inside was heavy, the room silent except for the faint rustling of their robes as they moved.
The king sat behind his grand desk, his fingers idly drumming against the wood. His gaze was unreadable as he watched them enter.
One of the elders, an older man with a sharp gaze, took a step forward. "Your Majesty, we have been waiting for four hours. May we know why we've been summoned?"
The king barely shifted. "So what?"
