In the dimly lit throne room, Eret sat perched atop the royal chair, his glasses glinting in the sun's rays that shone through the stained-glass windows. A heavy, palpable silence hung in the air, only broken by the faint clang of metal echoing from outside the Dream SMP palace walls, where the sounds of a fierce clash between L'Manberg and Pogtopia forces could be heard.

His face was solemn, and his gaze was fixed on a point outside the window, as if he were watching the battle. The tension in the room was palpable, and there was a strange sense of anticipation in the air.

He lifted his head slightly when he spotted your figure in the room's threshold, his gaze locked with yours.