Black Night In Dreonah [8]

The atmosphere in the throne hall of Dreonah's royal castle had grown quite tense.

It was inevitable—the battle had already begun.

At first, only the distant echoes of steel meeting steel could be heard, the occasional crackle of mana splitting the air. But as the minutes dragged on, the sounds of combat grew closer, louder, more ominous.

They had breached the city.

And now, they were closing in.

"We should prepare ourselves, Your Majesty."

A respectful voice broke through the husher.

Ridgen, a high-ranking Hunter and one of the King's most trusted confidants, stepped forward. He had long served as a Private Hunter for the royal family and was a close friend of King Harvin.

The King sat on his throne, his gaze locked on some distant point beyond the grand hall. He didn't flinch at the approaching chaos—he had expected this. Perhaps, deep down, he had always known it would come to this.