"Let's go back to the study. As for the Holy City, since we've already decided not to go, the formal written reply should be drafted and sent out today."
Just as Aurora was about to push the wheelchair, Murphy suddenly felt a shift.
VMMMM!
In an instant, everything around them froze.
The sunlight stopped moving, dust motes hung motionless in the air, a servant's movements in the distance were frozen mid-action, and even the flow of air stagnated.
Time itself seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand.
Aurora's motion of pushing the wheelchair froze in place, the gentle and concerned expression on her face still fixed from the moment before.
And a few steps in front of Murphy, in the previously empty corridor, a tall, imposing figure now stood silently, having appeared from nowhere.
The Ironspine Duke, Hakon Perik.
