Third-person POV
Electra watched as Jella was dragged away by the guards on her order, her gaze steady and unblinking as the queen struggled against their grip. The sound of Jella's voice, sharp and filled with rage, slowly faded into the distance as she was pulled out of the hall, leaving behind a strange kind of silence that didn't feel peaceful at all.
It felt heavy, like the room itself was trying to process everything that had just happened. The reporters stood frozen for only a second before reality settled back in, and just like that, the silence broke apart again. Voices rose all at once, overlapping and rushing forward, questions thrown in every direction without any order or patience. Cameras shifted quickly, focusing back on Electra now that Jella was gone, and the attention in the room centered fully on her again.
