The first day of the trial dawned upon the courtroom, shrouded in an air of anticipation. Now seated in a cage-like structure, Ashton observed the room with a focused gaze.
The council had gone to great lengths to ensure his confinement, fearing his formidable powers and the potential for escape. The structure was a testament to their caution, its bars standing as a physical reminder of their doubts.
As the courtiers settled into their positions, murmurs of curiosity and speculation permeated the air. Whispers of Ashton's past exploits and his association with the ghosts reached the ears of those present.
The council, determined to prove their case, had even considered placing cuffs on him, suppressing his abilities during the trial.
However, the Emperor's objection resonated through the room, commanding attention. The Emperor rose from his throne, and his gaze was piercing and unwavering.
