[Kingdom of Magadha, Royal Palace]
In a lavishly decorated chamber adorned with rich tapestries and opulent furniture, a figure of regal authority paced back and forth with simmering fury. His piercing gaze, a shade of deep blue, radiated intensity as he addressed the assembly of advisors and courtiers who stood before him, their expressions a mixture of trepidation and anxiety.
"You all can't even do a single thing properly," King Jarasandha's voice resonated with a fit of controlled anger hinting at his frustration's depths. "You just had to get that new king here under the guise of having a meeting for an alliance... but NO!!! You can't even do that simple thing, huh? Tell me a good reason to keep you all alive."
Finally, a figure stepped forward from the gathered assembly. He was tall and imposing, his features a mix of age and authority. He was the head of the envoys sent to the kingdom of Anga.
