A heavy silence had spread inside the sacred hall.
Not the calm, ordinary silence of royal palaces, but the silence that comes after something irreparable has been broken.
The golden light from the hall's massive columns fell on Elisira's face, but for the first time in her life, this light no longer brought a sense of peace.
Rather, it was like a chain wrapped around her body. Her gaze was still fixed on her father.
On the man whom all the people of the continent considered the symbol of sacred justice.
But now, she could no longer be sure. And more importantly, her father was angry. The aura that had emanated from him moments ago was terrifying and destructive.
But miraculously, she was not afraid of that aura… no, she didn't even care, as if it was just a passing breeze.
