The throne room was quiet again, save for the soft, distant crackle of Adam's hovering crown, its monstrous energy humming like divine engine. He leaned back into the cold stone seat, legs sprawled, fingers drumming idly against the armrest.
As he began to hear footsteps approaching.
Opening his eyes, he saw that Berreta returned.
Her presence entered the chamber before her voice did.
Right after, she stopped before the throne and gave a slow, respectful bow, and gave Adam his proper greetings.
"My king… I've brought them."
Adam glanced down lazily from the throne, as he replied.
"Oh? And where are they?"
Berreta didn't respond with words. Instead, she raised a hand and gave a single, almost casual clap, the sound echoing through the room.
The great doors of the throne room groaned in protest as they slowly creaked open, the heavy wood seeming to resist the inevitable.
