The Old Ancestor, Barfaleon Olmidas, a man of great wisdom and immense power, regarded Sied with piercing eyes. His presence alone commanded respect, and his ageless features seemed to hold the weight of centuries.
He was the one who held the empire together for many years, the true powerhouse of the empire, and in the eyes of many, the true ruler. He didn't meddle in politics, he didn't care for wealth and power.
As long as his family was fine, as long as they were ruling the empire well, he would never try to take over control and command others, even though many knew that he could do so easily if he wished.
"My dear Sied, you dance on the edge of a precipice."
"The Obsidian Serpent, the political games, the shadows you tread in—these are dangerous territories, what do you seek to achieve?" Barfaleon inquired, his voice a low rumble echoing through the tunnel.