Mesa of Alphas

Night came.

It descended like a thick velvet curtain, the oppressive weight of the dark clouds cleared away as if they conceded to the significance of the moment. Stars emerged—scattered gemstones in the heavens, casting their faint light across the world below.

High above, the waxing crescent moon hung luminous—its silver glow carving through the shadows.

On a spot at the heart of the Scarlet Banes Kingdom, the air was sharp and expectant.

It hummed with tension that seemed to thrum in the very bones of the gathered crowd.

For the kingdom, this was no ordinary night but the hour of reckoning.

Prince Leif's death split the kingdom into two sides, the tension was palpably rising to the boiling point—it was only a matter of time before a clash happened. However, tonight, there would be no more delays, no more battles of attrition.

One ruler would ascend, and the kingdom would become one again.