Lyra's return to Ardentia was marked by a quiet resolve. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling city. The grand towers of Ardentia shimmered in the fading light, their golden spires reaching towards the heavens. As she walked through the crowded streets, the people parted for her, recognizing her presence and the weight she carried.
She arrived at the grand palace, its marble columns and ornate carvings a testament to the kingdom's glory. The guards at the entrance straightened at her approach, their armor clinking softly. They opened the massive doors, allowing her entry into the throne room.
King Thalor, a regal figure with a crown that gleamed under the chandelier's light, sat upon his throne. Beside him stood the queen, her eyes filled with concern, and the royal council, their faces a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Lady Lyra," King Thalor's voice boomed, echoing through the hall. "You return. Tell us, what transpired?"
