[Grand Hall]
Graviel stand motionless in the center of the grand hall, the eerie stillness of his demeanor pressing heavily on the Grand Hall.
His silver eyes glinted faintly as the last fragments of memory from the traitorous elders seeped into his mind.
The elders knelt before him, trembling. Their faces were pale, their breaths shallow. Yet they dared not look up.
Graviel's cold gaze swept over them. "So predictable," he muttered, his voice carrying a sharp edge.
The hall remained silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating.
Elion, standing nearby, kept his gaze fixed on Graviel, trying to decipher the subtle shifts in his grandfather's expression.
But Graviel revealed nothing.
Finally, Graviel spoke, his commanding presence amplifying as his frost Qi pulsed faintly.
"Betrayal," he began, his tone laced with an unsettling calm, "is a venomous beast, born not of bravery but cowardice."
