The king's grip tightened on the armrest, knuckles turning white. "Five... Five lost souls. And this human... why him?"
Orym knelt on one knee before the king, his head bowed slightly. "But there's no human can fly without wing."
The king's eyes narrowed. "A human who can fly? It's unheard of."
Orym rose, a flicker of determination replacing his concern. "Then perhaps this human is more than what he seems. We should investigate further."
Meanwhile, a triumphant smirk played on Hila's lips as he landed gracefully on his balcony. He sauntered into his chambers, the grand space feeling oddly empty without the usual bustle of servants.
He stopped short, his brow furrowing as he spotted a lone figure standing beside his bed. It was Galene, his ever-reliable secretary, but her posture was uncharacteristically tense.
"Your Majesty! You've returned!" she exclaimed, relief flooding her features.