"No! Because I believe we have the right to know about all of this, Your Majesty!" Professor Cedric's voice rang through the throne room, sharp and unwavering, like a blade hurled against stone.
He stepped forward, his boots striking the cold floor with finality, standing tall before the imposing figure seated atop the grand silver throne — the Lunar King.
The King regarded him silently, his chin resting lightly on the back of his hand. His hair cascaded over one shoulder like strands of moonlight.
His crown, a simple circlet of woven starlight, glowed faintly. His expression remained neutral— calm, distant, yet unbearably heavy.
Seated at his sides were the ten remaining Guardians. Cloud, Coast, Flash, Fall, and Tim sat to his right and to his left sat East, Sun, Cay, Blaze, and Rain, all donned in their ceremonial gold and silver robes.
Their faces bore a mixture of impassivity and wariness, save for East and Cloud, whose stony silence spoke volumes.
