Damien Mufasa glanced at his elder brother.
Sensing the unspoken cue in his gaze, Frassure Mufasa, the King of the Three Fangs Kingdom, rose to his feet and cleared his throat.
"Greetings, everyone," he began.
All eyes turned to him, the tension in the hall immediately easing. His presence alone commanded respect, his power undeniable—even among the strongest gathered here.
Still, there were those eager to stir the waters, their eyes lingering on John with thinly veiled contempt.
John, unfazed, merely smiled. He picked up a goblet and took a small sip of the fruit juice before him.
Damien stepped forward.
