The moment they stepped into the main hall, a heavy and quiet pressure settled over everyone.
The hall was vast, and the floor was made of smooth dark stone. Tall pillars rose on both sides, carved with patterns of warriors and beasts.
At the very end of the hall sat two figures.
One of them was a middle-aged man wearing simple but dignified robes. His face was stern, his eyes deep and steady. He sat there casually, yet it felt as if the entire hall revolved around him. Even without releasing any aura, his presence alone was enough to make people instinctively straighten their backs.
Beside him sat a beautiful middle-aged woman. Her expression was gentle, and her eyes carried warmth, but there was also an unquestionable authority hidden beneath that softness. Compared to the man's silent pressure, her presence felt like a calm ocean.
Cyr stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"Dad. Mom."
