A moment later, Max strode into the grand hall alongside Princess Lyra. His sharp pinkish-red eyes swept the chamber, taking in the rows of elders with their flowing robes and dignified auras, the towering protectors standing like statues of iron, and the five gathered geniuses whose power pulsed through the air like a living thing.
'So many elders and geniuses gathered here.' He hadn't anticipated the sheer magnitude of the assembly that awaited him here, nor the solemn tension hanging over the hall.
Meanwhile, as the echo of his footsteps fell into the hush, every gaze in the hall turned toward Max, some sharp with curiosity, others tinged with silent judgment.
To all present, Princess Lyra was a figure of immense renown—the second princess of the Great Ruler Empire, as brilliant in strategy as she was formidable in strength. There wasn't a single person in the Empire who didn't know her name.
