The Weight of Judgment
The hall stood fully restored, radiating an air of renewal after the recent chaos. Its polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers above, and the once-broken walls bore no trace of the destruction they had endured.
High-ranking officials lined the room, their faces etched with curiosity and apprehension.
Near the center, Adam stood tall, his commanding presence amplified by the black aura surrounding him.
Beside him were Pratham and Mikasa, their expressions steady, though a flicker of unease lingered in their eyes.
To Adam's left stood Ani, her small frame almost lost amidst the grandeur of the hall. Her hands cradled Sona, who lay unconscious, her tiny figure clearly exhausted from the intense battle.
Ani's delicate fingers gently stroked Sona's blue pale hair, but her gaze remained fixed on Adam. His furrowed brow and tense posture mirrored the concern that now brewed in her heart.