The air seemed to crackle with tension as Morgan and Emily stood rooted to the spot, their eyes locked on the pair that stood before them.
Alsterius, with his imposing presence, exuded a calm yet formidable aura, while the woman standing before him carried an air of mystery that was both captivating and intimidating.
The golden etchings on his robe seemed to glow with the same golden light, a stark contrast to the dark robe he was wearing.
The woman's red robe seemed to move fluidly around her, even though she was seated.
It was as if the very atmosphere around them shifted, charged with an intensity that defied explanation.
Morgan's mind raced, trying to process the implications of encountering such powerful figures.
Emily, on the other hand, felt a strange mix of fear and fascination.
"How is this even possible? Are we supposed to even be here..."
The atmosphere inside the hall gave off an ancient feeling.
