Inside the hall of the Wyrm's Crossing fortress, candlelight flickered against intricate wall tapestries and towering stone pillars, suffusing every inch of air with a heavy, opulent atmosphere. Nobles in finery sat in orderly rows, their gazes fixed upon the dais ahead.
Duke Ravengard, clad in that exquisite armor shimmering with a metallic luster, walked with a steady, powerful gait toward Enver Gortash under the collective gaze of the crowd, clutching the longsword that symbolized protection and glory. The ornaments on his armor swayed with his movement, emitting subtle chimes as if chanting for this solemn moment.
His eyes, stern and profound, swept across the room. Wyll’s figure briefly entered his field of vision, but controlled by a Mind Flayer Tadpole, the Duke’s expression remained entirely void of fluctuation, as if everything before him were unrelated. He was a mere puppet now; even with his son close at hand, he could not recognize him.
Chapter 140