Inside the Scorpion King's chamber, all the elders sat quietly with their faces filled with tension and panic.
The atmosphere had become so heavy that even breathing felt difficult.
They frequently glanced at the door as if waiting for something to burst right in.
And indeed, they were waiting for something to burst right in.
But with each passing second, the uneasiness in their hearts grew. The longer the silence continued, the more dreadful their thoughts became.
Many could not control their nervousness and began to tap their feet against the ground.
Some gripped their armchairs tightly as if hoping they would provide some sort of support. Their knuckles had long turned pale from exerting too much force.
As for the Old Elder, his withered face had become even more wrinkled, each fold of skin pressing upon another, making his already frightening appearance even more sinister.
Instead of staring at the entrance like everyone else.
He stared at the now silent King.
