"WHAT, YOU STILL HAVEN'T FOUND HIM?" An agitated voice echoed in the Grand Hall.
The hall, made of blue ores and sunstones, had pillars crafted from a combination of black iron and sunstone—sturdy and beautiful pieces of art, holding up the majestic ceiling, one decorated with depictions of the sun, which stood behind the image of the King of Lux, its majesty resembling the Sun God, looking down on those below.
"YOU ARE MY BEST MAGES, MY BEST MAGES..." The voice echoed again, now annoyed and angry upon hearing such abhorrent news.
"Your High—"
"AND IT'S BEEN WHAT, A YEAR?... HOW COME YOU HAVEN'T FOUND HIM YET? GIVEN THAT TIME, CAN'T A CHILD EVEN FIND A NEEDLE IN A HAYSTACK?" The king cut him off in annoyance, rubbing between his brows.
He was just as he had been all those years ago—an imposing figure with a mane of golden hair, his body like a piece of sculpture, the embodiment of perfection, the King of Lux, Leo Lux.