The rain pelted against the cold stone walls of the war room, echoing the tension that brewed within its confines. Brida stood at the head of the table, his hands gripping the edges in anticipation. His eyes darted between Ralma, Dina, and Princess Liba – each face a reflection of anxiety and determination.
"Edimo's past," Brida began, his voice firm despite the nerves gnawing at his insides, "has been shrouded in mystery for too long. We need to understand him better if we are to have any hope of defeating him."
Ralma, the seasoned war strategist with a beard as white as snow, nodded gravely. "You're right, Brida. But the information we have is scarce. We know he was once a respected member of the Batang Empire, but something drove him to seek power beyond reason."