[Imperial Throne Hall — Continuation]
The alarm bells echoed violently across Silthara Palace.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
And for several horrifying moments the entire coronation hall froze. Nobles looked toward one another nervously. The ceremonial dancers stopped moving entirely, and even the musicians slowly lowered their instruments in fear.
Because the atmosphere had changed too suddenly and too violently, like something sacred had just shattered inside the empire itself.
And upon the throne, Slyvarakh paused midway through lifting his silver goblet, his silver eyes narrowed faintly.
"…what happened?"
The question sounded calm, and somehow that calmness terrified the hall more than shouting ever could.
Then suddenly—
SLAMMMMM!!!
The throne hall doors burst open violently as a Red Knight rushed inside desperately before dropping heavily to both knees. Forehead pressed against the cold marble floor.
