"So, you are telling me that..."
King Nuven stood in his bedroom, donning his crown and armor. Two rows of White Blade Guards flanked him, a look of apprehension etched on their faces as they stood guard.
The king pivoted to face the leader of his personal guard. His voice carried the weight of his authority as he said, "A phenomenon unseen in Eckstedt for centuries has now manifested in Dragon Clouds City..."
A saber now secured at his hip, King Nuven bore a grave expression.
"A disaster?"
Nicholas, gripping a knife, had a look of lethal intent. "To be precise, Your Majesty... it isn't confined to Dragon Clouds City...
"According to the written warning of the Soul Slayer Pike in the 'Legend of the White Blade Guards,' I fear the creature has made its way to the Heroic Spirit Palace."
The venerable king considered these words for a moment.
