Alpha Malik and Jericho walked to the throne room, there was a silent ambiance In the room as they stepped in.
The Alpha's irresistible, cold aura could be felt around him as he walked into the throne room, his hands crossed behind his back. The aura clung tight around him, making everyone fear him.
Minister of a warrior, Lucas from the Gigal community, stood up immediately he sighted Alpha Malik, including the minister of finance of the Uruk community, minister Berlin, he sprang up from his seat and lowered his head to pay their obeisance to the king.
“Greetings my king” they greeted, lowering their heads simultaneously.
Jericho went to stand at the end of the line, while Alpha Malik walked to the throne seat, and stumbled on.
He didn't bother to acknowledge their greetings, instead he spoke in his usual icy tone.
“To what do I hold this greeting?” Alpha Malik said in his expressionless looked, directing his question to minister Lucas.
