The dim candlelight flickered, suffocating the atmosphere.
This was the third day of the state meeting, and aside from the abolition of the Joint Devotion Committee on the first day, the state meeting had failed to decide anything else.
The air in Parliament Hill was thick and stagnant, with almost no one speaking.
Only the occasional sound of lawmakers pacing and whispering, mixed with the "crackling" of the candle flames, stood out sharply.
In such an atmosphere, Bradak had just opened the door when he heard a roar.
Valeris was no longer as elegant as before; his hair was disheveled, hanging down over his forehead, and his face was full of uncontrollable anger.
The sleeves of his navy formal attire were rolled up to the elbows, and he was pointing at the seats of the Holy Alliance faction, shouting, "You pack of Holy Alliance lapdogs, do you really want to drag Dawn Island into a civil war?"
