"Bring him in, quickly!" Hedrick's voice boomed with such force that the great hall itself seemed to tremble at his command. The woman gave a sharp nod.
"Understood." She pivoted on her heel and hurried out, leaving the heavy doors ajar behind her. This was the very first time in over eighty long years that a Shadow Sword had made direct contact with them. Hedrick, seizing the moment, had already scattered his men, guards, and personal attendants in every direction, all ordered to hunt down anyone who could utter even a single word about the elusive Shadow Swords.
"I shall take my leave, Your Majesty." The head of intelligence began to step backward cautiously, his composure cracking, his position becoming perilously weaker by the second.
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