The White Haired Man
Since the man wearing a long white robe sat on his velvet chair at the table, the silence inside the huge room had turned suffocating. Chill seemed to run inside everyone's blood as they waited for the man to utter a word. They lower their heads Sitting in his armchair, the man sighed and looked at the eleven people on the circular table.
"Tell me everything." His low bass voice that could make any tremble echoed inside the room, it reverberated inside them like a bell. A constant reminder of the man's authority.
"Head Bishop," the bishop who answered, was none other than Bishop Atlas. He stood and crossed his hands on his chest before he bowed. "Let me tell you what happened during that day." He was talking about the day that the people overpowered the guards. The day that Princess Rhea showed her ability to heal people. After she created a talisman capable of healing many people at once, she fainted.
Again chaos ensued.