Asterion bowed slightly, as if showing the illustrious guest of the Immortal Flame manor respect. Then, he straightened and gave Nephis a challenging look.
She regarded him evenly, white sparks dancing in her eyes.
The people gathered in the hall, meanwhile, all looked at him with burning intensity. Some seemed curious, while some were wary — none remained indifferent, though, focusing all their attention on the newly arrived Supreme.
Asterion chuckled quietly.
"The purpose of this esteemed gathering, if I were so bold as to wager a guess, seems to be a discussion regarding none other than me. So, I've decided to save you all the trouble of having to wonder about my intentions, and come to dispel whatever doubts you might have."
Walking forward, he gave the nearest guests a pleasant look.
"Is no one going to offer me a seat?"
An entire row of chairs in front of him instantly emptied, the people scrambling to get away.
