Find Him!
"My Lord, Silas has been missing!" The General's voice reverberated through the hallway, carrying an urgency that demanded attention. His words echoed with a note of concern, a stark departure from the composed demeanour he often displayed.
The Dark Lord seated upon a lofty throne, his presence a testament to authority, looked up from his table at the sound of the general's voice. The room seemed to quiet in response, the very air tensing in anticipation of the response that would follow.
Their gazes met, and in that instant, an unspoken understanding passed between them. The man in power exuded an aura that was both captivating and chilling. His gaze held a depth that seemed to pierce through the layers of reality, an uncanny ability to discern truth from the façade.