The heavy wooden doors thudded shut behind him as Lin Rui walked to the center of his chambers and stopped. He just stood there, letting the silence of his chamber wrap around him. His mind was blank.
Arkan stayed back, as quiet as a ghost against the door. He just stood there, watching.
With a hand that seemed to feel numb, the Khan reached for his silver mask. He tossed it away, letting the metal hit the table with a dull, hollow thud. It was the sound of a man finally dropping a weight that had become too much to bear.
"Two days," Lin Rui said. His voice was barely a whisper, crushed by the weight of a decision he couldn't change.
"Yes," Arkan replied. His voice still sounded cold to Lin Rui.
