Ares entered the throne room, Atlan by his side, and was met with the expected presence of their brothers. They stood scattered around the room, their faces etched with varying hostility and fear.
Ares's powerful presence, which had been subtly suppressed, was now unleashed, making the air thick with tension. His brothers' discomfort was evident.
As he approached the throne, his eyes rose to meet his father's, and he bowed his head in respect. "You summoned me, Father," he said, his voice even and controlled.
Leocade cut straight to the point, his face etched with displeasure. "Seriah informed me that you've ordered secret preparations for your wedding tomorrow night. It's only been a few days since you acquired the phoenix. Isn't it premature to marry her so soon?"
Ares lifted his head, his gaze locking onto his father's. His eyes were icy, devoid of warmth, but Leocade was unfazed, used to his cold demeanor.
