Atlas:
The council chamber was vast and unyielding, its walls etched with carvings of wolves caught mid-snarl, their eyes glowing faintly in the torchlight. Every corner seemed to hum with history, a silent witness to centuries of power struggles and bloodshed.
I stood bound in the center, my wrists chafing against iron shackles, but I refused to lower my head. They could look. They could whisper for all I cared.
Alpha Ravrik, the Head Councilor, struck his staff against the floor, the crack resounding like a gavel.
"This council is now in session," he intoned, his voice calm yet commanding. "Today, we convene to address a grievous matter that threatens the stability of our kingdom. Beta Atlas of Avador, you stand accused of treasonous violence against our Alpha King, Vincent."
The murmurs began immediately, hushed voices echoing across the chamber.
