Amon knocked on the throne room's door, but there was no response. A sigh escaped his lips before he, without further ado, pushed the doors open. The hall inside was dark, almost as if its inhabitant would vaporize when struck by sunlight.
"Your Majesty," called out Amon as he walked to the throne. "You have been sitting here forever. Before I became your right-hand man, I was a friend. I am worried about you."
"You... visited the Seika," muttered Solomon with a dark and unreadable expression. Amon was silent, but there was no use hiding it. A nod was all it took to answer. "I want to know why."
"I requested that he does not revive my sister," answered Amon honestly. The king rose from his seat, his teeth gnashing against each other.
"A betrayal," declared the king. However, Amon stood unwavering, for he believed in his cause. "I cannot believe that my most trusted betrayed me, Amon. You are refusing to revive your sister."
