Dark Echoes

The ruins of the Great Hall stood in solemn silence, its once-majestic grandeur reduced to a battlefield's aftermath. The towering obsidian columns that had once framed the room now bore the deep, angry scars of combat, their polished surfaces cracked and blackened by fire. Shattered banners, still bearing the insignia of Tenebrya, hung limply from their iron fastenings, swaying faintly with the occasional draft that whispered through the broken archways. The scent of blood and smoke lingered heavily in the air, mixing with the fading traces of enchanted fire, a grim testament to the battle that had raged within these walls only hours before.