As the dawn of the awaited day broke, Advisor Zu Wang entered the palace with steady, purposeful steps. His face bore the weight of responsibility and a deep-seated worry.
He approached one of the servants who was busy organizing papers and asked in a low but firm voice,
"Has Alpha still not left his room? It's been a day and a half since he shut the door at sunset."
The servant lifted his head and replied hesitantly,
"Yes, Advisor, he hasn't opened the door since yesterday at sunset. Not even once."
Zu Wang let out a slow sigh and said,
"This isn't normal… We need to know the reason behind such prolonged silence."
With measured steps, the advisor made his way to Alpha's chamber. Standing before the shut door, he raised his hand as if in thought, then finally rested it on the handle.
He drew a deep breath and gazed at the room cautiously, as if trying to sense what lay beyond the door without opening it.
Then, in a quiet voice to himself, he muttered,
