The night air was thick with tension as the drums of war echoed across the kingdom. Florana stood at the center of the war room, surrounded by advisors and generals, her fiery eyes blazing as she mapped out the battle strategy. Xerock stood at her side, his brow furrowed with concentration as they poured over the detailed plans. The urgency in the room was palpable, each person aware that the future of their kingdom rested on the choices they made tonight.
Outside, the kingdom was already in a state of alert. Armies were mobilizing, messengers were sent to every corner, and the people braced themselves for the storm that was about to descend upon them. Florana had taken charge swiftly, wasting no time in positioning her forces at the kingdom's borders and preparing for the worst. The kingdom of King Arion was renowned for its strength in battle, and Florana intended to prove why.
