Gladia, the first human kingdom.
While the outside world was celebrating the winners and mourning the losers. Gladia's kingdom's throne room was filled with tension.
The throne room was enormous., as expected of its function and as the pride of the Gladia kingdom infrastructure.
A large golden throne sat opposite the main door raised ten staircases high. On the ceiling, a large glass chandelier cast multi coloured reflections on the white polished walls and floor.
Sitting on the throne was a man. Middle-aged, with long red messy hair dressed in golden coloured robes. Below stood a man with short dark hair, head bowed.
Around them stood more people, each dressed in different attire, but none of them had a hint of gold in their clothing in respect for the monarch.
The king leaned back, his gaze on the man standing before him.
"Yes?"
He swallowed.
"Your... majesty... we cannot locate Prince Igrad, his life signature has vanished..."
