The air in the corridor outside Izan's chambers was tense as the Emperor followed Dillion in silence.
The sound of their footsteps echoed ominously, a slow, deliberate rhythm that made Dillion's heart race with anxiety. He had done all he could. Now, it was up to Izan. As they approached the door, the guards stationed there snapped to attention, bowing deeply as the Emperor passed.
Dillion paused at the threshold, he gave the room a final, desperate glance chosen to remain outside. His gut twisted with dread, he hoped against hope that Izan would be able to calm the storm of his father's fury. He had never seen the Emperor like this, so visibly consumed by anger and disappointment.
