C124 FROZEN TIME.

Arden Thane stood at the head of the room, commanding the attention of every single person present. Even at nearly eighty, his presence was magnetic. His full head of gray hair, though thinning at the temples, remained neatly combed, a testament to the sharpness he maintained. His posture was bent slightly with age, but his wrinkled face held a dignity that commanded respect. His deep-set eyes