The Banquet of Silence
How much time had passed since the banquet began?
By the clock, quite a bit.
Yet despite the passing hours, very little conversation had taken place.
Most remained silent.
Even those who did speak did so sparingly.
It wasnât as if they lacked things to sayâ
But none dared to say them.
Perhaps it was due to the underlying power struggles between them.
Or perhapsâ
It was because of the man hosting this banquet.
âKrrrrrk.
The ruler of Yahwol, Yusa, radiated a suffocating presence.
Even if he hadnât intended to, the sheer weight of his aura bore down on the room like a crushing force.
Seated at the head of the table, his feral eyes gleamed in the dim light.
One leg rested atop the tableâ
A posture so insolent, so openly disrespectful, that not a single person in the room would have tolerated it from anyone else.
And yetâ
Not a single one of them had the spine to call him out.
âCreak.
The very space warped under the weight of his presence.
Yet Yusa, oblivious or simply uncaring, merely gnawed absentmindedly at his fingernails.
He sat in silence for a long while, exuding nothing but raw, oppressive pressure.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Thenâ
He finally made a decision.
His wild eyes narrowed.
"White."
"â¦!"
The White Clanâs leader flinched.
"â¦Yesâ¦?"
His voice was stiff with tension as he answered.
Yusaâs gaze turned to himâpiercing, unrelenting.
His pupils were slit like a beastâs.
And within themâ
A monster lurked.
Gulp.
One wrong moveâone wrong wordâ
And he would be devoured.