"Choose."
Lavinia spoke as she stared at every single Elder present in the Council room one by one before turning back to Morvain and—
"Either Kael, the 'tyrannical' man you all wish to avoid so much,
Or Draksis, the 'poor victim' of Kael's 'tyranny.'
Choose and keep it in your mind,
This will be your final choice."
The Mage declared, and in an instant, the air inside the Council Hall turned heavy.
No one moved at first, not even Morvain. The early morning glow that came from the window cast long shadows, making everyone look older, tired, and… uncertain. Lavinia sat with her back straight, showing that she had no intention of backing down. She also held Kael's hand tightly, as if showing him that she was here for him no matter what.
Kael simply looked at Lavinia—who was still staring daggers at the Council Members—with a light smile on his face.
Other than him, every person sitting in the Hall remained still, their bodies tense.
In a situation as burdening as this—
