Silence. The cold aggravating, yet deafening kind of silence that made your heart pound against your rib cages in crippling fear of not knowing what the outcome of the silence would be.
Keenan Jones was seated at his ordained seat at the table of the Council of the Elite Seven, except it was the first time in years he'd last sat on that chair and the last time he had, Matias Haverton had been the one sitting at the head chair, acting as First Commander of The Order of the Blue Lotus. And now, his son was occupying that same seat and all the other seats around him were also occupied by people who were offsprings of his dearest friends.
