End This Exam! [Part 1]

The grand Tribunal chamber was heavy with tension, the kind that settled into the air and pressed down on anyone who dared to breathe it in.

All seven Grandmasters of the Order were seated in their elevated thrones, their red robes cascading down like waterfalls of blood.

The shadows from the flickering torches danced across their stern faces, making their expressions all the more severe.

This was no ordinary gathering—this was a full Tribunal, something rarely convened, and the weight of its importance was palpable.

Captain Pent sat rigidly, his back straight as steel, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword.

Deca, ever silent and calculating, knelt beside him.

Though Deca's masked face betrayed no emotion, Pent knew the man well enough to sense his unease.

This wasn't the kind of meeting you wanted to be part of unless absolutely necessary.