Deafening silence.
The world within the hall fell into a total lull as the Patriarch of the Blanc House and the new head of the Verte House stepped inside.
Their steps were measured, but not cautious.
The two seemed to have an air of unquestionable authority and unchallenged confidence as they stepped into the den of the obvious enemies.
Fear or unease was absent in their gaze.
Once they had taken a few steps into the hall—with the second figure of darkness trailing after the female of the two Obsidian Councilors, the man who had opened the doors instantly vanished from his previous position and appeared beside the much older Councilor.
The door loudly shut behind them as they advanced to the center of the hall, where the table was waiting for them.
They said nothing.
Other than the few things that were spoken earlier, no word echoed from their tightly shut lips.
