The closer they drew, the heavier the air became.
Selen's movements practically slowed to a near halt, even with the power of acceleration placed upon her body.
Each step toward the temple felt like wading into deep water, pressure crushing her from all sides.
Each breath becoming harder.
The storm above the temple raged as though to reflect the King's temper, his current mood.
'Are you sure we can even get an audience with the King with this time of mood? I doubt he'll want anything to do with us.' Selen asked directly through the connection she held with Miralith.
It was a little risky to maintain but it was her request. Even if the Zenia family may find out.
Because this was her last meeting with the King.
Her old friend.
'Don't worry, he's always like this.' Miralith let out a small chuckle. 'He always demanded fear and respect from the world itself, not just his subjects. A tyrant daring the world to complain and object if it has any issues with him.'
