Elysia found herself standing in the grand hall of the palace, but something was off. The air was thick with smoke, and the once-glorious walls were engulfed in flames. Her eyes widened as men she had never seen before matched towards the palace, thousands of them.
The cries of people echoed around her, blending with the roar of dragons outside. Her heart pounded as she ran through the corridors, witnessing the chaos unfolding.
The grand halls, once filled with warmth and light, were drenched in the blood of the innocent. The clash of swords and agonized cries echoed endlessly. Soldiers, clad in the royal colors of Valeria, fought valiantly against armored invaders whose presence radiated malice and dread. This men, with blackened helm and glowing crimson eyes, moved like a shadow of death, cutting down anyone who dared to oppose them.
