Lucas arrived at the designated hall beside the eastern mobilization grounds, his footsteps measured and calm despite the rising tension that hung in the air. The space was already occupied, voices low and serious, carrying the weight of decisions that would shape countless lives.
Henrietta stood near the center table, clad in light battle attire rather than her usual refined garments. The faint glow around her was restrained but unmistakable, her cultivation steady and controlled. Beside her stood Captain Varran, tall and broad shouldered, his armor polished and marked with the insignia of the royal vanguard. A few elders were present as well, seated or standing in quiet discussion, each one a pillar of authority within Valerion.
He stepped forward and inclined his head respectfully. "Your Majesty."
The king turned, his expression stern but focused. "Xavier. You are here promptly. Good."
