The atmosphere in the Grand Parliament Conference Room had taken a dramatic turn.
Just moments ago, it was alive with hollow laughter and self-satisfied smirks, but now it felt stifling,thick with dread and unspoken fears.
Silence hung heavy in the air; no one dared to move or utter a word.
Their misdeeds, secrets, and lies were laid bare across the holographic screens that hovered like divine verdicts.
At the head of the table stood Arthur, cool and composed as a glacier.
His sharp suit caught the light, casting cold silver shadows across his face. But it wasn't just his appearance that sent shivers down their spines; it was the sheer weight of his presence.
He looked like a man who had just buried his enemies using their own tools and he wasn't finished yet.
