*PHOENIX DYNASTY*
The Rykebreach Empire
Inside the ornate throne room, adorned with mosaics and golden candelabras, Helen sat at the head of the grand table. She wore a stoic expression, her queenly presence commanding attention as seven Lord councilors flanked her, their faces etched with different expressions.
The atmosphere filled with palpable tension seemed to stand still and the air felt restrained as each of the councilors just kept staring at one another waiting for who would speak first.
Helen, noticing their expression, could already guess what was on each of their minds, and just when she was about to break the silence, suddenly the door flung open and her gaze shifted.
A man walked into the room with his hands folded to his back. It was no other person than Ragon. He walked gracefully towards the table with a wry smile on his face.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting, I had something important to do at the capital."
