DANTE’S POV
The first elder’s body had been moved but his blood remained. A dark stain against pale stone, a reminder of what unchecked power becomes when it rots from within. The chamber no longer felt like a throne room, It felt like a reckoning.
The remaining elders sat silent, stripped of authority not by force but by exposure, the absence of the first elder made it evident that he was their leader and the one who had influenced everything they had done. They now understood that their time was up, not only was I going to be vindicated but they were going to face the consequences of their actions.
The third elder had not lifted his head since his confession, it seemed to me that he had finally realized that he was the one who had brought about their downfall. I wasn’t sure of how Sel
