As dusk settled upon the land, Malakai strode through the ancient city of Eldoria, his cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a vulture. The streets were deserted, the once bustling marketplace now eerily silent under his oppressive presence.In the heart of the city, he ascended the steps of the grand palace, its spires reaching towards the darkening sky like the talons of a beast. With a wave of his hand, the massive doors groaned open, revealing the opulent halls within.Within the throne room, a council of nobles awaited him, their faces pale with fear and reverence. Malakai's eyes gleamed with amusement as he surveyed the assembled dignitaries, their loyalty now pledged to him through fear rather than love."You have done well to kneel before me," he intoned, his voice echoing through the chamber like the tolling of a funeral bell. "But know this: from this day forth, Eldoria is mine to command. Any who dare oppose me shall face the full wrath of my power."With a flick of his wrist, he summoned forth tendrils of shadow, enveloping the room in darkness. The nobles quivered in terror, their protests silenced by the suffocating embrace of his magic.As Malakai descended from the throne, the echoes of his laughter mingled with the anguished cries of his subjects, a chilling reminder of the darkness that now gripped the land.