The world outside the grand meeting chamber remained oblivious to the brutal conflict raging within. The thick, impenetrable veil of black space magic enclosed the chamber like a steel trap, silencing the c*****e within. None outside could hear the clash of steel, the roars of magic tearing through the air, or the shouts of warriors locked in a desperate struggle.
Inside, however, was a battlefield drenched in blood and betrayal.
General Hedorven and King Enrico stood side by side, their bodies battered, their breath laboured, but their resolve unshaken. Against them stood three former allies—once trusted comrades of the United of Regia, now treacherous hounds of the Neiter Nation. King Schlanger, King Arlod, and the enigmatic Cleist, whose dark allegiance had twisted them into formidabl
