Garcia's POV
The atmosphere in the throne room crackled with tension as hushed conversations rippled through the gathered crowd like wildfire. I could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes watching, waiting, speculating about what had brought them all here on such short notice.
Uncle Patton rose from his ornate chair, his commanding presence immediately drawing attention. The conversations didn't die down immediately, forcing him to raise his voice slightly. "Quiet down, please."
It took several long moments for the room to fall silent, and I used the time to scan the faces before me. Some looked curious, others concerned, and more than a few of the Elders appeared distinctly uncomfortable.
"I have called you all here today for a trial," Uncle Patton announced, his voice carrying clearly through the vast space.
