The Undead Assault (7)

As the Guild Master reached for the door, a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"You don't need to send anyone."

All eyes turned toward the speaker, a man who had been sitting quietly in the corner of the room, exuding an aura of calm confidence. It was Alberto, and his expression was as composed as ever.

"What do you mean, Emperor Alberto?"

Before he could respond, a distant sound broke the tense silence. It started faint and low, like the rumble of distant thunder. But it grew steadily louder, a rhythmic thumping that seemed to fill the air.

Alberto leaned back in his chair with a small, knowing smile. "My people will handle it," he said with quiet authority.

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Far above the Royal Palace, in the high watchtower, two soldiers stood vigil, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of danger.