Interesting [Part 1]

The room was bathed in crimson light.

Heavy red drapes filtered the sunlight streaming in from tall windows, casting long, ominous shadows across the polished stone floor. The office was ornate, yet austere—a reflection of its owner.

Grandmaster Kaelen sat behind a massive blackwood desk, his fingers steepled as he leaned forward, his sharp, angular face half-hidden in the shadows of his hood.

The red robes of his rank fell in immaculate folds around him, a crimson waterfall of power and authority. His silver-threaded insignia shimmered faintly in the dim light, a symbol of his rank among the Order's seven Grandmasters.

Before him, a masked supervisor knelt, head bowed low, his black uniform blending seamlessly with the shadows of the room.

Despite his posture of submission, there was tension in the air—a charged, silent fear. Grandmaster Kaelen's piercing gaze was enough to unnerve even the most hardened members of the Order.