The chamber trembled as Leia stepped forward, her eyes fixed on the High Lords seated before her. The room, vast and imposing, felt suffocating with the weight of its history. The Citadel's power, long built on manipulation and fear, was housed in these cold, unforgiving walls. But now, it felt hollow—like a beast whose heart had already been pierced.
Leia's sword was in her hand, but she did not yet raise it. The High Lords, draped in their dark, ceremonial robes, were silent, their eyes cold and calculating. They had ruled for centuries, hidden in the shadows, pulling the strings of the wolves' fates. But today, their empire would fall.
“You stand before us, a mere pawn in a game you don't understand," the first High Lord spoke, his voice smooth and measured. “You believe you can undo
