In another place.
The Royal Palace of the Terith Empire.
A woman sat on the golden throne inside the grand, majestic, and solemn council hall.
A mist-like aura enveloped her, obscuring her face from view.
Below her, numerous individuals knelt with their heads pressed to the floor, their expressions filled with reverence and fear.
"If you have something to report, speak. If not, the court is dismissed." Her voice rang out, brimming with authority and divinity, making those kneeling tremble in fear.
Suddenly, a man clasped his hands before him, bowing his head as he spoke. "Your Majesty, regarding the new territory… are we truly going to ignore it?"
Though he could not see the Queen's face, he could sense that his question had displeased her.
"How do you expect us to intervene?" the Queen's icy voice echoed. "That territory is a completely isolated world, separate from ours. Even if we wanted to interfere, there is nothing we can do."
