Whispers in the crowd increased in volume and frequency, with conjectures painting Darian in an increasingly negative Light.

"Something's amiss! Halt the proceeding: shaky, face pale, and forehead dotted with beads of perspiration.

Darian barked, his voice

He gestured at the priest on the pulpit and ordered his bodyguards, “Quickly, seize this Lunatic who is spouting such blasphemies!"

Regardless of his frantic and infuriated state, the bodyguards around him remained stationary, appearing to not have heard his commands.