Everyone slowly raised their heads and stared at the white mist enshrouding Adrik, dissipating.
Mother Mary, who sat on the left side of the hall with the other important people in the pack, gazed intently as the mist slowly creased, revealing Adrik, who stood with his eyes shut.
Everyone's eyes fell on his face, but instead of seeing a scar, they saw a gray mask with golden patterns latched onto his face.
Adrik turned around and a smile crept onto his face behind the mask. He already knew they were expecting to see the scars on his face, but that look of disappointment on their faces was very satisfying.
He glanced at Mother Mary and slightly nodded his head at her. Mother Mary smiled and also nodded at him.
Without uttering a single word, Adrik turned around to stare at his father, who was still seated on the high throne despite having abdicated.
