Meanwhile.
Garius stood with Lioness, Veldrac, Sythaeryn, and a few high-ranking officers from the Beastkin Nation, Armand, the Elven Nation, and the Demon Nation. His hands were tucked into his pockets, his posture relaxed, as the conversation flowed around him.
Alf walked toward him and offered a small scroll. Garius took it, broke the seal, and read it in silence. Then he nodded.
"Thank you, Alf."
Alf placed his palm over his left chest and bowed.
"You are most welcome, Your Majesty. If you will excuse me, I shall remain nearby."
He took a step back, then moved to a seat at the edge of the gathering, positioning himself where he could see the entire hall. His eyes swept the room slowly, tracking every face, every movement, every door.
Garius glanced toward Sythaeryn.
"Rhalyf couldn't come, huh?"
Sythaeryn bowed his head politely.
