[Elysia's POV]
"And what of us?" Elder Roland pressed, his voice strained as the vines continued to constrict around him.
"You will be given a choice," I replied, my voice cold and unyielding. "Swear your loyalty to Samael and support his leadership, or face the consequences of your defiance."
The room was silent as the elders struggled with their decision. The weight of my words and the undeniable power I wielded left them little room for resistance.
Elder Roland, his face contorted with pain, finally spoke. "Very well, Lady Elysia. I will swear my loyalty to Samael."
One by one, the other elders echoed his sentiment, their voices weak but resolute. They knew they had no choice but to comply or face further wrath.
