In less than a few days, the abominations had spread. It had turned into an issue that could no longer be overlooked and handled with ease, as multiple people had started becoming abominations around Vermillion, so much so that the Queen and King called for a meeting in the throne room.
Marine sat there, dressed in a full black uniform and a blood-red royal fur cape, her head rested on her palm, her eyes carrying no emotions, just empty.
Beside her was her husband, Rowan Vermilion, the king that she had married. He was a calm-looking man, black hair and eyes, nothing really special, but he carried a certain demeanor that was mysterious.
Both of them sat there, expressionless, watching the people that stood in the hall, a few select people from the Senate as well as someone from the department that had been researching the abominations.
The man stood there with a scroll in hand, he unraveled it and began reading the contents.
