The grand hall, where the rulers of the kingdoms had gathered, was now a scene of chaos. The echoes of Drace's parting words still lingered in the air: "All of you will run out of breath." True to his declaration, a suffocating grip had seized the rulers, and in their moment of vulnerability, he had vanished without a trace.
Morvane stood frozen, his mind racing as he tried to process what had just happened. His chest still heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. Around him, the rulers were recovering, though the air remained thick with tension.
"This... this is a disaster," Crimson muttered, his tone laced with both frustration and disbelief. "How could a child do this?"
Morvane turned to the rulers, his eyes sharp with frustration. "Look what you've done!" His voice carried a weight that silenced the room. "You pushed him into a corner. What did you think would happen?"
