Alaric gritted his teeth as he looked at the raised hands in the grand hall. He glanced at Aria, who wore a haughty and defiant expression. Her eyes sparkled with triumph, and it only fueled his frustration. "Fine, we shall revise our traditional rules!" His voice echoed, reverberating off the stone walls and high ceilings, a clear testament to his authority.
Soon, everyone assembled to painstakingly revise the norms and structure of their ancient traditions. It was a laborious process, filled with heated debates and reluctant agreements. The task stretched out, taking almost ten exhausting hours to complete.
Aria's grin widened even more before she gracefully stepped down from her elevated position, "Then we will see in court..." she announced with a final, confident look. One by one, the Elders began to leave.
