"If this is how humanity's highest authority runs, we're all doomed."
Amon's words cut deep, but more importantly, they were out of line. An unknown young man, under twenty, spoke without prior permission in the High Council. Not just that, he also insulted the council with his words, something unthinkable for a youngster of his stature. Usually, it would have been grounds for expulsion and potentially, punishment. But they couldn't brazenly execute a punishment with the Solaris Lord around.
More importantly, their interests were piqued as they watched the young man star them down without fear.
"Such insolence!"
"State your name, young Knight."
The Chairman berated Amon while the Grand Marshall demanded to know his name. The Grand Marshall could read body language exceedingly well for someone who had spent all his days on the battlefield. From the beginning of the meeting, Alrock had been looking over his shoulders, mainly glancing at the three youngsters who were summoned here.
