The council chamber was filled with an indescribable scent, a mix of sweat, candle wax, and lingering blood.
The place where Baron fell had been hastily cleared, but no one cleaned the bloodstains on the ground.
That sword strike was too sudden, too bizarre.
Everyone realized one thing, that Kael Remont was no longer the Young Master who could be reasoned with.
The nobility stood around the long table, no one dared to sit down.
Someone whispered arguments, someone rambled prayers, and others repeatedly emphasized "the gates still have guards," as if saying these words could still control the situation.
"We must stabilize the Knight Order first."
"Isolate the Young Master, at least... at least don't let him hold a sword again."
"No, he just killed Baron! Who dares approach him now?"
Panic fermented in their words.
No one noticed the change in the air in the distant corridor.
The first to sense something unusual was a young Viscount standing by the wall.
