Dance of Blood and Magic ENG

Luther Waraha on Stage

The atmosphere in the meeting room was tense, everyone talking to each other, the arguments escalating. Engfa, Charlotte and her family were caught in the middle of this chaos. Engfa took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together, feeling the support Charlotte was giving her. But at that very moment, the large wooden doors opened with a bang. As the doors opened, a mystical light seeped in and a voice echoed:

"Heir of the Morgana Le Fay Line, Protector King of the Ancient Realm, Luther Waraha!"

Everyone's gaze was directed towards the door. In an instant, the hall fell silent. The witches, wizards, and council members held their breath. Luther Waraha entered the hall in a magnificent, royal attire. He wore a dark purple cloak embroidered with gold; a royal crown shone on his head. Luther's majestic stance instantly calmed the hall. Everyone stood up with great respect. His eyes were filled with both a dignified and menacing confidence.

The moment Engfa saw his father, he felt a warmth in his eyes. All the tension that had accumulated inside him melted away for a moment. A sense of relief filled his heart. Luther's presence was supporting him just when he needed it. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he smiled softly, trying not to show it to anyone. His father had come to support him; it was like a hand extended when he needed it most.

Luther walked toward the center of the hall with heavy steps and great authority. Every step he took was penetrating Engfa's heart. His father's presence gave him strength. Luther's gaze turned to Engfa, and the confidence in his eyes reminded Engfa once again that he was not alone. The silence that followed Luther hung over the hall like a shadow.

His family also welcomed Luther's arrival with great joy. Elowen welcomed her husband's arrival and greeted him with a slight bow. Rowena looked at him with a more serious demeanor, but there was warmth in her heart.

When Luther came to Engfa and Charlotte, his eyes turned to Charlotte. For a moment, there was both deep curiosity and acceptance in his eyes. Charlotte relaxed a little as she felt this acceptance in Luther's eyes. In that moment, all of her nervousness seemed to melt away in the presence of the king of this ancient land.

Luther looked at Engfa and Charlotte reassuringly. Feeling both his authority and fatherly love, Engfa moved his lips to silently thank his father. The tears in his eyes were a sign of his inner gratitude. His father had been there for him when he needed him most.

Luther raised his voice with power. "The most powerful witch lords and ladies of the ancient realm!" he said, his voice echoing throughout the hall. "We have gathered here today to make important decisions regarding the future of our realm. And I, as the king of this realm, have full trust in my daughter Engfa and her consort Charlotte."

The hall suddenly fell into a deep silence. Luther's words had calmed the tense atmosphere in the meeting a little. Engfa found great peace in the face of his father's support. He now believed that with the support of both his father and his family, they could overcome this difficult process.

Luther turned to Engfa and nodded slightly. Engfa's eyes shone with gratitude and trust. Luther's eyes seemed to say to Engfa, "We are together now."

The heavy atmosphere of the hall was intensified by Luther's final words. Everyone's eyes turned to him at once. Luther's voice continued with a deep echo, as if he were asserting his authority and fatherly duty:

"I understand your fears and your uneasiness," he said. He glanced around at all the council members and the witches. "I had the same uneasiness." Luther's frank confession sent a ripple through the hall. Whispers began, and several people nodded in agreement. Engfa, Charlotte, Rowena, and Elowen continued to listen in amazement. But Luther's sentence did not end there. He took a deep breath for a moment, then fixed his eyes on Engfa and Charlotte and continued: