Caym's glare swept over the knights who still had their swords drawn, his amber eyes blazing with authority. "Withdraw your swords!" he commanded.
The knights quickly followed the words of their Grand Commander.
Caym's gaze then settled on Knight Ortis. "That includes you, Knight Captain," his command was firm, leaving no room for defiance.
For a fleeting moment, Ortis remained defiant, his glare locking with Caym's. But then, something shifted. Caym noticed a subtle change in Ortis's demeanor. His eyes widened imperceptibly, a brief flicker of uncertainty or perhaps fear crossing his face.
Curious, Caym followed Ortis's gaze, scanning the courtyard for any sign of disturbance. Yet, there was nothing out of the ordinary, no unfamiliar faces or suspicious movements.
Slowly, as if reluctant to comply, Ortis withdrew his sword, the metallic rasp echoing in the stillness of the courtyard.
