I'm not a pawn
The revelation hung heavy in the air, leaving Klaus's mind in a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Struggling against the chains that bound him, he sought to unravel the enigma that had been thrust upon him.
"The heir to what?" Klaus's voice cracked with incredulity, his earlier outburst echoing in the vast hall.
The response came from one of the three figures, their voices strikingly similar yet carrying subtle nuances that set them apart. Each voice seemed to hold a distinct resonance, as if resonating from different corners of an ancient chamber.
The first voice was deep and sonorous, carrying an air of authority that demanded attention. It bore the weight of eons, as if echoing through the annals of history itself.
The second voice held a mysterious and ethereal quality, its timbre resonating like an otherworldly melody. It seemed to weave an intricate tapestry of secrets, drawing listeners into its enigmatic depths.