After one full hour—
Grrrrrrr
The great gate of the Meditation Hall slowly creaked open, its echo rolling like thunder through the silent corridors, and several dark silhouettes emerged from behind it…
"Marshal Aro, we've brought the gift," one of them said quietly, his tone both respectful and wary.
"Enter." Aro turned his head slightly, his wife standing tall and composed beside him. The loose, flowing robes he wore were soft and comfortable, yet not a single thread dulled the commanding aura radiating from him. His gaze flicked briefly toward the door. "But be careful—he still bites."
"He doesn't even have the fangs left to bite with anymore, Marshal." one of the men replied with a faint, almost mocking smile, showing a row of perfectly aligned teeth. Then he pressed a firm hand against the figure standing in the center and shoved him forward. "Move!"
ClingClang
Chains rattled loudly.
