Troublesome Elders

"Speak," commanded the king, his hand sweeping through the air. Instantly, a swarm of fireflies materialized, enveloped in a shimmering stream of energy that trailed along with the motions of his hand. The energy coalesced, forming ethereal droplets that floated in the air, filling the entirety of the room. Instead of descending, these droplets hovered, suspended in mid-air.

Witnessing this extraordinary display, the occupants of the room remained composed, calmly closing their eyes and delicately touching the suspended droplets with their fingertips. As if in response to the king's command, a wave of control washed over them, their autonomy restored.

Sensing the moment, the soldier stood tall, his arms folding behind his back as he addressed the king. "Report, Your Highness. The elders convey news of a disturbance in the magical energy emanating from the eastern lands."