The deafening sound of silence greeted the Throne Room of the Black Raven Kingdom, where before it had been filled by whispers of plots and plans to make the King of Lanthanor go back to where he came from without giving him anything in return.
The Council was mainly made up of retired commanders who had lived to be over 70 years old. Hence, most of their mind was still filled with the old idea that Lanthanor was their enemy, and that the Black Raven should always soar free.
Yet, now…when they saw the Protector Raven eyeing them as if they really were its next meal, they could only gulp, and struggle to rearrange their thoughts.
All of their schemes left their heads, replaced by the singular question asked by the King which reverberated in their mind over and over again.
"Any takers?"
While Daneel waited for his classic 'shock and awe' tactic to work with a smile on his face, he received a message from Faxul.
