As dawn broke, the Grand Hall of the Ketamran Kingdom was filled with tension. The kingdom rulers had gathered, the air thick with the weight of recent events. The earthquake that had shaken Ketamran was a wake-up call. No kingdom seemed immune to nature's wrath anymore.
Medas, his voice steady but laced with concern, spoke first. "Even Ketamran has experienced an earthquake. You see, we are not exempt from these disasters."
Ikana, the ruler of a prosperous coastal kingdom, furrowed her brows. "What does this mean? Are these all just mere coincidences, or is something far more sinister at play?"
Levan, the wise ruler of one of Baltalaha's regions, stroked his beard thoughtfully. "This was just a minor earthquake, not as devastating as the disasters that affected other kingdoms. We can still say Ketamran is fortunate."
