Alaric moved with purpose as he exited the grand meeting hall, his steps echoing across the stone floors with a calm authority that betrayed none of the chaos left in his wake. Gilbert, ever the silent shadow at his side, followed closely behind. The aura of control that Alaric exuded was undeniable, even after the tense events within the room. His eyes, though cool and collected, held a glint of something more—a secret plan that only he seemed to understand.
As they stepped outside, Alaric gave a brief nod to the guards standing at attention. The dark, overcast sky added an extra layer of gloom to the already tense atmosphere, and the chilling wind swept through the air, carrying with it the weight of uncertainty. Gilbert, sensing his master's intentions, moved to Alaric's side without a word.
"Call Viktor," Alaric instructed in a low voice. "It's time we discussed our next move."
