"Choose the new king."
In the profound corridors of the palace, numerous Cyart nobles stood solemnly, their silhouettes casting long shadows beneath the resplendent murals and intricate chandeliers.
The air was tinged with a faint scent of sandalwood, accompanied by the deep, solemn tones of an organ from the distant music pond, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and authority.
Some Cyart nobles wore gem-encrusted magnificent armor with swords at their waists symbolizing their family's honor, while others donned elaborate formal attire, exuding both elegance and a hint of unapproachable pride.
They could hear the footsteps of court attendants treading lightly in the distance, and the occasional faint clink of metal, which sounded especially clear in the echoed chambers of the palace.
The venerable Silver Hermit looked upon the many nobles from the great families and nodded calmly.
"The second Cyart ruler of the Adley Royal Family will be chosen between two people."