Halvian, the Minister of Internal Affairs, was kneeling on the hard floor in one of the rooms inside the military barracks, his head flat on the floor. He apologized profusely, his voice quivering with anxiety and his whole body trembling in fear.
"Forgive this incompetent servant, my lord. I am unable to complete your order," he stammered, his words laced with both panic and desperation.
From the shadows in the corner of the dimly lit room, a tall silhouette chuckled menacingly, the sound sending a chill through Halvian's spine.
"An apology?" The voice was cold and biting. "Do you think a mere apology can solve everything? You failed to silence him before, and now you fail again in gathering the evidence against him."
