The throne room of Yino had never been a place for warmth. The walls of polished obsidian reflected the purple light of the abyssal crystals, creating an atmosphere as oppressive as it was majestic.
The air seemed denser here, charged with the barely contained power of the beasts pulsing beneath the skin of those who occupied positions of power.
The King reviewed the scroll with an impenetrable expression, his eyes absorbing every detail of the report while Lord Ravenspire remained silent, awaiting his reaction. Only the occasional purple flash that traveled through the monarch's veins betrayed the agitation the message caused him. These luminescent veins briefly illuminated his face from within, casting his features in an otherworldly glow.
"Is this everything?" he finally asked, his voice deliberately controlled.
"All they could report after reaching our borders and before receiving attention from the healers, my lord," Ravenspire responded, his posture rigid with tension. "The complete details will be provided when they arrive at the capital."
The King placed the scroll on the carved armrest of his throne. His fingers, partially transformed into claws, drummed on the surface with a rhythm that would have made anyone nervous who wasn't accustomed to the manifestations of his impatience amplified by his abyssal beast.
"The seed was opened," he pronounced, not as a question but as confirmation of a regrettable fact. "But the ring wasn't there."
"Our agents were quite clear on this, my lord. After eliminating several Yano assets during the assault, they confirmed that the ring was not in the academy leader's possession, nor did it arrive with any of the reinforcements to the battle."
A heavy silence filled the hall as the King processed this information. The loss of the only power ring they could steal, especially the last one Yano needed, represented another significant setback in plans that had been developing for decades.
"And our first triples remain in one piece?" he inquired, slightly changing the subject.
Lord Ravenspire adjusted his posture, obviously uncomfortable. His hands clasped behind his back to hide their slight tremor. "They were... effective in combat, my lord. But they demonstrated a certain lack of discipline."
"Elaborate."
"The combined power of three beasts seems to have affected their judgment capacity. They remained fighting long after determining the target wasn't present, apparently for mere personal satisfaction. This considerably complicated their retreat when additional Yano reinforcements arrived."
The King didn't seem surprised, only slightly disappointed. "Intoxicated by their own power. A foreseeable side effect, although I had hoped our conditioning would have been more effective."
He rose abruptly, his beasts partially manifesting as he descended the throne steps.
"Kassian reported correctly about the academy's temporary vulnerability," he continued as he walked through the hall, each step resonating with an unnatural echo. "They sent too much security to protect the nobles during their excursion, neglecting their seed's main base. The opportunity was there."
"And our agents took advantage of it as best they could, my lord," Ravenspire attempted to appease him, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Did they?" The King stopped, turning to face his counselor. His eyes glowed with an inner light that made Ravenspire take an involuntary step backward. "First that Harold fails to obtain the ring during the seed's opening. Then we send our first triples, our most valuable assets, and they return empty-handed too."
His frustration was palpable, making the abyssal crystals pulse with greater intensity, bathing the hall in purple shadows that seemed to move with a life of their own.
"My lord?" Ravenspire couldn't hide his surprise. ƒreewebɳovel.com
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