The kingdom of Shadowvale was in a state of restless anticipation, the air thick with tension. The news of their enemy's capture had spread like wildfire, drawing every high-ranking official to the grand hall. All eyes were fixed on the imposing double doors, awaiting the arrival of their kings. The silence was deafening, broken only by the murmurs of speculation.
Suddenly, the heavy doors swung open, and Denzel entered, his presence commanding the room. His eyes burned with unrestrained fury, his steps deliberate as though every ounce of his being was working to suppress the tempest within. Behind him, Beta Ethan followed, dragging a man bound in iron cuffs. The captive's face was bruised, his pale skin ghostly under the hall's flickering torches.
