In an unknown location, hidden far from the eyes of the people, stood a chamber drenched in shadows.
The place was dimly lit, its silence oppressive, as though the air itself carried the weight of unspoken secrets.
At the heart of this chamber sat a middle-aged man upon a towering throne. His features were obscured, shrouded by a veil of darkness that seemed almost alive.
Everything about him was cloaked in mystery.
Beneath the throne, a man knelt on one knee, his head bowed low.
His entire frame trembled faintly, as though the very thought of meeting his lord's gaze was unbearable.
"What do you mean the boy invoked a heavenly blessing?" the mysterious man asked at last, his voice low yet carrying the force of thunder.
Shock colored his tone, though it was quickly buried beneath a layer of authority.
"My Lord, that is exactly what happened," the kneeling man replied quickly, almost stumbling over his own words. "Thousands of people witnessed it with their own eyes."
