A Trap

Royal Castle, Early Morning…

In the grand hall of the royal castle, Queen Mother Soya sat upon a throne of dark obsidian, her face stoic and unreadable. To her left sat King Hoon Doom, the patriarch of the Doom family, his brow furrowed in anxiety. Beside him was his daughter, Prince Chuli stood silently with cold eyes. 

The air in the room was suffocating, as more than ten royal wizards, experts in laying traps, moved across the floor, weaving their intricate magic into a lotus-shaped design that spread from the center of the hall.