The Inquisitor’s Gaze
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The doors to the Great Hall didn't just open; they were thrown back with a force that rattled the ancient shields mounted on the stone walls. Three figures stepped out of the swirling mountain mist, clad in robes the color of dried blood. These were the Arbiters, the Council’s "Dark Obsession" with order made flesh. The lead Arbiter, a man named Silas with eyes as cold as a Madrid winter, didn't look at Valerius. His "unresistance attention" was fixed solely on Elara, scanning her for the "Hidden Exceptional Power" he had been sent to extinguish. The air in the hall grew heavy, the oxygen seemingly sucked out by the arrival of these ancient enforcers, creating a "high tension" environment where even the flickers of the torches seemed to freeze in fear.
Elara felt the familiar chill of being judged, a ghost of the "long suffering" she had endured during her disbarment hearing. But her "Superb Intelligence" was already working, dissecting Silas’s posture and the way he gripped his staff. She realized this wasn't a trial of facts; it was a trial of "God-like" presence. Silas stepped forward, the sound of his boots on the marble sounding like a gavel. "You claim a Sovereign has risen in a human lawyer’s skin, Valerius?" his voice was a rasping threat. "We see only a broken girl clinging to an Alpha’s shadow. If she cannot manifest the Voice now, she is an abomination to be purged". The crisis was dragging on, the threat rising with every second she remained silent, as the Iron Guard behind her gripped their weapons, waiting for the first drop of blood to fall.
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