Bab 130: Gifting Rare Potions

The servant led them through the familiar corridors, adorned with regal tapestries and historical artifacts, each step echoing softly against the marble floors. They soon arrived at a private chamber, the doors flanked by more guards who nodded in acknowledgement as they were granted entry.

Inside, the chamber was elegantly furnished, with a large table at the centre. King Leonidas stood near a window, gazing out at the night sky. Clad in glistening armour, his presence radiated an aura of invincibility. With a voice like thunder, he wielded almighty power, bending the nation to his will and striking fear into the hearts of all who opposed him. He turned as they entered, a welcoming smile on his face.

"Welcome, Apollo, Aaron." King Leonidas greeted them warmly, as suddenly he seemed to have become an ordinary uncle. "Have a seat."