"What do you say?!" one of the elders asked in a loud voice.
His voice echoed throughout the hall, carrying unmistakable shock and disbelief.
The previous calm atmosphere had long vanished, replaced by a suffocating sense of dread.
All the elders rose to their feet, their expressions grim. Their relaxed postures disappeared instantly.
Although they did not understand what the guard meant by attack, none of them dared to underestimate his words..
Instead, the uncertainty only caused the oppressive atmosphere inside the hall to grow even heavier.
The deadly injuries on the guard's body alone were enough to tell everyone that this was an extremely serious situation.
Blood continuously flowed from his wounds, forming a small crimson pool beneath him.
"Let's go and see what is going on," the king announced as he rose to his feet.
His tone remained calm, yet everyone could hear the seriousness hidden beneath his authoritative voice.
