Wilson was brought into the Imperial Palace.
But the King did not summon him immediately—instead, he was ordered to wait outside the royal audience hall.
That wait turned into hours of standing.
He looked up. The sky was not in a good mood today.
Thick leaden clouds had blotted out the sun entirely. The whole palace complex seemed shrouded in a dreary twilight.
He understood: it wasn't just the weather that was grim—his father, the King, was likely in a grim mood as well.
There would be no mercy today.
At that moment—
The obsidian doors of the Royal Council Hall slowly opened with a deep rumble that pierced the silence like the groan of a great beast's throat.
