[Halvik]
Godfrey's chuckles echoed through the meeting room of his mansion. His people—those included in his administration—filled the seats around the table. Soldiers stood in each corner, rifles held at the ready.
"Step down?" he repeated, lifting his gaze toward the person seated at the opposite end of the round table. "Give up Halvik? Haha. I've been in this seat for as long as I can remember. Perhaps, I've been managing Halvik even before you were born."
He paused. "And now, you are asking me to give up my land and hand you the ownership of what's mine?"
There, seated calmly, was the only face that didn't belong in Halvik—or anywhere in Ravah.
Atlas Zorken.
"How presumptuous," Godfrey chuckled maliciously. He raised a hand, and the armed men immediately aimed their weapons at Atlas.
