The room they stepped into was large, the air thick with the scent of old wood and faint traces of incense. A reoccurring theme in this place.
The floor was covered in woven mats, soft underfoot, while the walls were painted with scenes of misty mountains and winding rivers.
Despite its calm design, there was an undeniable pressure in the air
There were also no chairs again—only an open floor meant for those who knew their place.
At the center, three figures sat.
And, lining the walls were the generals' personal guards. They weren't just here to protect. They were here to kill if necessary.
But Asher paid them no mind. In the grand scheme of things, anyone weaker than Zagan was not a threat at all.
He was far more interested in the three generals already seated.
They didn't even glance at him or Lucy, as if they were nothing more than Hisame's personal guards—unworthy of attention.
