In the aftermath of the fierce clash between Lyon and the unknown adversary, the atmosphere in the palace was one of stunned silence and disbelief. The once-majestic throne room lay in ruins, with shattered pillars and rubble-strewn floors bearing witness to the cataclysmic battle that had taken place.
Ithildir and the other elders stood amidst the wreckage, their expressions a mixture of confusion and trepidation as they surveyed the aftermath of the chaos. They had witnessed the destruction wrought by the clash of titans, yet they remained unaware of the true identities of the combatants.
Whispers of speculation filled the air as courtiers and attendants exchanged hushed conversations, attempting to make sense of the inexplicable events that had unfolded before them. Rumors spread like wildfire, fueled by fear and uncertainty, as tales of gods and demons clashed within the very heart of their empire.
