Inside the great hall, the prominent and most remembered noblemen were present inside, and in front of them was Ashtra, who slinked its scaly body from the base of the trunk to the top of the opulent winter tree ornament.
The knights and the servants, who scurried away, now hid by the corners of the hallway, statues, and several beams from the mighty presence.
Supposedly, the spacious chamber was meant to be warm and cozy, welcoming every person into it like a symbol of hearth and refuge. However, amidst what seemed the clean, fresh air within turned rather stuffy and frigid.
Everyone held on their own, physically, despite the sweat that broke out on their forehead and neck as they became giddy was evident.
All of them stood, incredibly wary of his presence, being able to enter with ease didn't stop their minds from thinking of the possibilities with their fate in their hands.
