Onward to Elyrianth

The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting its gentle rays upon the kingdom. The sky was painted in hues of gold and pink, creating a breathtaking backdrop for the events that unfolded below. But today, the kingdom was not filled with its usual sense of anticipation and excitement. Instead, a heavy cloud of sorrow hung in the air, shrouding the hearts of its inhabitants.

News had spread like wildfire, reaching every corner of the realm. The king, a beloved and revered figure, had passed away unexpectedly the previous day. The people, still reeling from the shock, struggled to comprehend the enormity of the loss. The streets were filled with hushed whispers and mournful sigh as they tried to come to terms with the reality that their mighty ruler was no more.

In the midst of this somber atmosphere, a figure emerged from the gate palace. It was Lyon and his wife before the three students followed closely.