A strained quietness settled over the room as Zara's disclosure lingered palpably. The heaviness of her words appeared to push down on everybody, making it challenging to relax. The flashing candlelight cast scary shadows on the essences of the assembled people, and the air was thick with vulnerability.
Azrael, the Devil Ruler, was quick to end the quietness. His eyes, typically burning with certainty and assurance, presently held a flash of weakness. " Could it be said that you are sure, Zara? This is a grave allegation."
Zara gestured gravely, her look faithful. " I'm sure, my sovereign. The proof is certain. The gathering, the one we believed was safeguarding us, has been subtly plotting with a strong group of dull magicians."
