The chamber fell silent as Emperor Beylon recounted the recent events of the battle at the seaport. The flames of the nearby torches flickered, casting elongated shadows across the ancient stone walls. His gaze was fixed on a distant point, as if reliving the clash that had just come to an end. "It is over," he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. "The Emperor of Lehzin is dead by my hand, and his forces have scattered like leaves in the wind."
Director Ashline inclined his head respectfully, understanding the gravity of the Emperor's words. "Your victory was decisive, Your Majesty," he replied. "I was at the Mountains of Cold Blood when news of your triumph reached the Lehzin forces. Panic spread through their ranks. It allowed me to extract myself from the frontlines... and, in the process, I was fortunate enough to rescue these two."
