The office room was like a library in a movie – really quiet, except for the soft creaks of the wooden floor when someone moved.
The walls had tall shelves loaded with leather-bound books and scrolls, making it feel very official.
In the middle, there was a round table with a shiny surface that reflected the dim light from a chandelier above.
Around the table, seven mayors and three other officials – specifically the chief of the guard from the North and two other individuals – were seated, glancing at the papers in front of them.
It was so still in there that you could almost feel it waiting for something to happen.
"What should we do now?"
Breaking the silence was the voice of a middle-aged man – the mayor of the East – seated in one of the chairs with his eyes downcast and his fists clearly clenched, showing how unexpectedly he assumed there was a revolt.
