The departure of the man in the gray robe plunged the entire hall into silence. Prince Kral's face grew dark, as if a storm was about to unleash. His golden eyes reflected the light, resembling a raging fire about to erupt.
"He escaped?" Prince Kral muttered in a low but dangerous tone, looking in the direction where the mysterious man had disappeared.
The nobles exchanged glances, and everyone could sense the rising anger in Kral's eyes, like a dormant volcano on the verge of awakening. They lowered their heads, not daring to answer his question.
"Let me try, Your Highness," Alen stepped forward. With a solemn expression, he placed his sword where the mysterious man had stood before. The clash of cold steel against marble produced a crisp and pleasing sound. But the floor showed no trace, almost making one doubt their own eyes and memory.
