The city of Kys Elanore, once a bustling hub of commerce and intrigue, now stood as a testament to Aragon's iron will.
At the entrance of House Beimear, the body of Osalde swung gently in the breeze, a grim warning to anyone who might consider opposing Aragon's rule. The sight sent shivers down the spines of passersby, a constant reminder of the price of defiance.
In the expansive courtyard of the Virjor estate, an extraordinary gathering was taking place.
Hundreds of warriors, their lineages tracing back centuries, stood in formation. These were the tribe members Freja had brought, each a formidable fighter in their own right. Their presence alone was enough to inspire awe, but the truly breathtaking sight beside them overshadowed it.
Eliviraa and Freja's dragon lounged at the edge of the courtyard, their massive forms dominating the landscape. The dragons' scales glinted in the sunlight, a dazzling display of power and majesty.
