"Your Majesty, to celebrate your victory over the rebels, we have decided to hold a festival in your honor, one like no other." A sagely elder spoke in a stately manner, holding onto a parchment which he methodically read from with the other nobles present nodding in agreement to his words.
Enoch, being the addressed party, didn't seem quite interested in the meeting as he sat on his throne, his posture tilted to the side as he rested his jaw on his fist.
As the sagely elder continued speaking, Enoch found himself continuously drifting, his eyes flickering as drowsiness overtook his senses.
It didn't take long before he closed his eyes and then opened them again only to be stunned by the bloody scene before him with dismembered bodies strewn about and broken palace pillars lying around.
Rubbing his eyes, he opened them again to find that he was seated at the dinner table, being served methodically by the servants.
