The royal castle of Asphade stood as a beacon of power and history, its towering spires visible from miles away.
Today, it served as the gathering point for some of the most influential figures across the continent. The cobblestone yard, normally quiet and imposing, was now bustling with activity as carriages rolled in one after another.
Each carriage bore the insignia of its occupant, symbols of noble houses and kingdoms.
Some displayed the crests of the Fated Families, their intricate designs representing legacies of power and prestige.
Others carried the banners of neighboring kingdoms, their vibrant colors standing out against the subdued gray stone of the castle walls.
The air buzzed with anticipation, the gravity of the meeting drawing whispers among the guards and attendants stationed at the gates. The threat of the demons had escalated, and this gathering was called to chart a course for survival.
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