Within another towering hall, light and shadow flickered. Dozens of magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls illuminated the entire space.
On the high seat, the emperor sat steadily upon a throne covered in black-gold runes, his expression composed.
On either side of the throne stood a row of cushioned chairs, occupied by more than a dozen powerhouses and officials dressed in splendid attire.
Golden robes, heavy armor, and mage robes bearing intricate magic arrays intermingled, lending the entire hall an awe-inspiring presence.
Below, Lorraine was still making his report in a low voice.
There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but he carefully recounted Ang's every word and action.
He spoke of how Ang treated others without regard for convention, how indifferent he was toward Epics and Grand Archmages, and how he had feasted heartily in the council hall at the end.
Some of those present frowned, while others murmured under their breath.
As the report concluded, the hall immediately fell silent.
Everyone's gaze turned toward the foremost seat on the left, where Grand Archmage Adelaide sat in golden mage robes.
The emperor raised a hand. His voice was imposing yet gentle. "Lorraine, you have worked hard. You may leave."
Lorraine heaved a sigh of relief inwardly, bowed deeply, and turned to leave the hall.
As he hurried out, he felt more than a dozen gazes falling upon his back like needles, sending a chill through his heart.
"Looks like this newly advanced Legendary powerhouse is quite unruly." The emperor leaned forward slightly, his fingers gently tapping the throne's armrest, his tone carrying an indistinct implication.
"Your Majesty," Adelaide said loudly, his expression calm yet oppressive, "regardless of his temperament, as long as he is loyal to the Empire, that is enough. There is no need to