The city of Silverfang Citadel rose before them like a darkened fortress, its towering spires cutting into the sky. The once-mighty stronghold of the Wolf Kingdom now stood as a symbol of the fractured, broken nation it had become. The air was thick with the scent of decay and war, as if the very stones beneath their feet carried the weight of betrayal and bloodshed.
Isabel rode alongside Kainen, her eyes scanning the vast expanse of the citadel's outer walls, which loomed above them like an unscalable mountain. The imposing stone gates, guarded by soldiers in gleaming armor, were a stark contrast to the crumbling landscape around them. This was the heart of the kingdom, yet it felt more like a mausoleum than a living, breathing city.
Kainen's jaw was set in determination as they approac
