As darkness fell, the troops of the 13th Legion became anxious. They were aware that their enemies were hiding in the shadows, plotting against them.
But what they failed to realize was that the underlying threat was even more closer than they thought, waiting for an opening to attack. When the first light of day reached the war-torn land, it marked the start of a critical battle that would determine the fate of their realm and everyone who lived there.
A somber atmosphere pervaded the gloomy council chamber. Hooded individuals huddled around a massive slab of rock that served as their table, their faces obscured by thick hoods. Soft, hidden whispering echoed across the room, creating a web of dark machinations and malice.