The council chamber was a cauldron of mixed emotions. Suspicion, anxiety, and a simmering urgency permeated the air. Lord Silas, who had just arrived, scrutinized Raul's demeanor. There was an air of mystery around his sudden revelation, and it hung over the table like a shroud.
King Athan, the embodiment of composure, finally broke the silence that had settled after Raul's revelation. "Raul," he began, his voice measured, "if your claims are indeed true, we must tread cautiously and with a steady hand. But before we take any action, we require more concrete evidence to substantiate your assertions."
