The Capital City of the Eryndor Empire
Eryndor's capital city was lit up in shades of orange and red from the soft glow of twilight. The streets with cobblestones were covered in long shadows, and lights flickered like fireflies that couldn't settle down. You could hear faint echoes of shouting in the distance. Unrest was still building somewhere in the outer regions.
The central districts, however, remained relatively calm, thanks to the Emperor's foresight and the swift action of the Royal Guard.
At the Grand Council hall sat Emperor Alaric III, his presence undeniable even without the golden imperial robes draped over his broad shoulders. He sat on a raised throne carved from obsidian stone, his posture regal yet commanding. His sharp, silver eyes swept over the room, cold as winter frost, while his hands rested on the lion-headed armrests.
