The grand courtroom of Fontaine was dimly lit, the last remnants of daylight filtering through the tall, stained-glass windows. Neuvillette, the Chief Justice, sat at his desk, his usually pristine appearance marred by the signs of exhaustion. His silver hair was slightly disheveled, and the light blue eyes that typically held a serene composure now looked heavy with fatigue.

Neuvillette leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he tried to shake off the weariness that clung to him. The day had been long, filled with complex cases and intricate legal battles that demanded his full attention and unwavering judgment.