Seeking Sier

Yalenia trembled. Not with an earthquake, but the dying throes of its greatest monument. The Tower of Yearning, a pillar of legend, crumbled. Stone and dust exploded outwards, a choking cloud engulfing the streets.

Panic. Screams pierced the air. People ran, desperate, as the tower rained destruction upon the city. Whispers of magic, of curses, ignited alongside the fear. Even the King's guard, hardened veterans all, faltered. Their discipline offered no answer to a crumbling symbol.

From his balcony, the Yalen King watched, fury twisting his usually stoic features. His control, his carefully crafted image, was shattered like the tower itself. The Agard execution, a tool meant to strike fear into rebellious hearts, was forgotten amidst the chaos. His city was on the brink, and he needed a scapegoat. Fast.