"The central hall of the Walker house stayed dimly lit, torch fires casting shifting shadows along the polished stone flooring." Elder Tom occupied the elevated chair, his face displaying serious concern, while Mathew James positioned himself beneath, hands folded in deference."
Elder Tom's voice cut through the stillness, low and firm.
Since you hold the ancestral token, the Walker clan will honor the promise. But our aid is not endless—remember this, Mathew James. You have only three days of support. Within that time, if the Osborn clan is not destroyed, the Walker clan will withdraw completely. How you bounce back or not really relies on your personal strength.
Mathew's breath caught in his chest, but he bowed deeply. "Yes, Elder Tom. I understand."
Elder Tom raised his hand, and the man standing silently behind him stepped forward. "His towering figure threw a stark shadow across the chamber, his demeanor serene yet weighty, like stone bearing down from above."
