"This Chamber convenes under pack law to hear the case of Silas Brooks," Elian said, his tone formal but carrying an unmistakable weight. "Charged with multiple counts of sexual assault."
"The witness will now be sworn in."
The Judicial Attendant, robed in deep black trimmed with silver embroidery, stepped forward, his presence calm and authoritative. He positioned himself beside Holland, his voice quiet but crisp, cutting through the buzz of tension.
"Do you affirm that the testimony you give before this Chamber will be truthful to the best of your knowledge?"
Holland's throat felt like sandpaper. His hands, already trembling slightly from the fear and anticipation, clenched and unclenched at his sides. He swallowed hard, forcing his lips to move.
"Yes," he said, the word small but firm, carrying more strength than he felt.
The attendant nodded once and stepped back, leaving Holland alone with his fear, the stone beneath his feet, and the eyes of the Chamber trained upon him.
