The inner courtyard of the fortress, at the end of the day. A heavy atmosphere enveloped the place, accentuated by the shadows of twilight. Soldiers stood in line, observing with curiosity and some apprehension as Renald's convoy arrived.
Renald, exhausted but determined, walked calmly through the courtyard, followed by his companions. They carefully transported the sphere and the altar covered with a dark cloth. Whispers rose among the soldiers, speculating on the nature of the objects.
Renald approached the center of the courtyard where Cain, one of the last remaining Patriarchs of the fortress, awaited eagerly. He handed over the artifacts to Cain, who observed them in silence, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.
The great throne room, illuminated by flickering torchlight. The atmosphere was solemn, almost ceremonial. Cain was seated on his throne, with advisors from other clans standing beside him.
