Lady Emberheart burst into the throne room, her heart beating out of her chest and cold sweat running down her back. She gripped her ribbon tightly as though prepared for the fight of her life.
Soon afterward, a pair of elders followed her. These two were none other than the Ancestors of the Ma'at. Though their reaction wasn't as fierce as Lady Emberheart's, the seriousness in the pinch of their brows couldn't be underestimated in the slightest.
But when they burst in, they found that nothing at all was waiting for them. Their hearts seized as they felt that there was no way they had misinterpreted those sorts of signs. Someone powerful had been here, so where did they go? Or more importantly, what had they done while they weren't paying attention?
Their hearts leapt into their throats as they looked around, checking every tile until they spotted a pair of footprints.