Yet, here they were, standing face to face

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A moment of silence enveloped the chamber, the only sound being the faint echoes of their conversation as the other dragon riders had already departed to another lounge, leaving only Ragnar and Uzana, the descendants of Gamaaloth, alone in their deliberation.

"Can you imagine how easy it would be to overthrow this weak Cescil throne?" Uzana continued, his tone filled with a sense of superiority and confidence.