As the heavy doors closed behind Lucien Vale, silence swept across the grand throne room.
For a few moments, no one moved. No one dared.
The air still held the weight of everything that had just transpired—the tension, the unspoken threats, the audacity of a young king who had just stood his ground against the mighty Kingdom of Chronos.
Arthur Tesla remained seated on his throne, posture relaxed yet unshakably regal. His eyes swept across the chamber, meeting the gazes of those who remained—Klein, the ever-watchful aide; Chancellor Reinhardt, whose expression was that of shock from what he just heard; the royal knight stationed by the pillar; and the scribes, still holding their quills, visibly shaken.
They were all thinking the same thing.
He threatened Chronos. He provoked them… and got away with it.
