King Jethro and his hired army, bolstered by the formidable entities and griffins from Griffo, arrived at the outskirts of Elysandria. The air was charged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty as the city gates loomed ahead, revealing the familiar silhouette of the towering walls.
As they approached, King Jethro surveyed the scene with a sense of foreboding. The city, once a bastion of security, now bore the scars of recent turmoil. His gaze fell upon the lifeless forms of his ten guards strewn at the gate, a stark reminder of the challenges that awaited within.
Smith, ever vigilant, approached the king. "Your Majesty, the city seems to have faced unrest in our absence. The question of who orchestrated this betrayal weighs heavily on our minds."
King Jethro nodded, his expression grim. "We must tread carefully, Smith. The shadows of betrayal cast a pall over our return. Let us investigate the situation and determine the extent of the threat we now face."
