Hall of Gods, Throne Room...
Arshley sat gracefully on the throne, draped in a loose robe of alluring light green. Her delicate cheek rested gently on the palm of her left hand.
Her usually flowing silver hair was neatly styled in a bun, curling around her left shoulder, highlighting her blend of elegance and sharpness.
The white veil covering her beautiful face concealed an expression that no one could decipher.
Before her stood four men in green robes, each radiating a distinct presence. They were the Holy Orthodox guardians: Edward, Louis, Victor, and Adam.
The four stood in a line, their faces unusually serious, a rare sight for those who knew them well.
Arshley sighed softly, her cold gaze hidden behind the veil as she studied them.
"I'm sure you've heard about humanity's army's defeat in the Desert of Chaos, correct?" She inquired in a calm tone, yet her words brought a faint pressure that filled the entire Hall of Gods.
