While Mordred was still lost in his dark thoughts, a trumpet suddenly sounded loudly, cutting through the murmurs and animated discussions that filled the palace hall. All heads immediately turned towards the main entrance, where a herald in a crimson and gold tunic raised a solemn hand to attract attention.
- Make way! he announced in a powerful, clear voice. Welcome His Eminence, Guardian of the Original Fire, King Aegon of the Burning Fangs!
Instantly, a respectful, weighty silence fell as the gigantic doors slowly opened. King Aegon entered with a confident stride, imposing his regal presence with a natural majesty that overwhelmed all else. His impressive stature, draped in a dark red cloak embroidered with pure gold, underlined the brutal power contained beneath his perfect humanoid appearance. Mordred instinctively felt an overwhelming magical pressure emanating from him, a burning but controlled aura, the absolute symbol of the kingdom's sovereign strength.
