In the Great Stellar Kingdom, inside the castle, King Altabet sat in a dimly lit room with Aurthor and Gearor. The atmosphere was heavy, the air thick with tension. Altabet reclined on a red couch behind a glass table, his right hand resting on his face, his eyes closed as he thought deeply. Aurthor sat across from him, his hands pressed to his forehead, his expression tense. Gearor stood silently beside the king, his usual stoic demeanor unshaken.
"What should we do...?" King Altabet asked, his voice uneasy.
Aurthor looked up, his face grim. "I don't know... This is something we've never faced before..."
Altabet stood up abruptly, his frustration evident. "We have no choice but to ask for her help..."
Aurthor hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Yeah... we've got no other way..."
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