The Arrival of the Lord
At the newly built fortress of Orleth, the air was heavy with an almost palpable tension. Victory had been declared, and everywhere, joyful faces could be seen. Yet, despite the triumphant songs and cheers, something lingered in the atmosphere — an intangible weight, as heavy as a mountain.
Most of the soldiers had been sent home, except for the Cursed Serpent. Only the elite remained, stationed within the fortress. Once the silence set in, it rooted itself, refusing to yield to any distraction.
Only the steady rhythm of boots echoed against the paved ground. The soldiers stood in ranks, motionless. On the right, the demi-humans loyal to Aurora formed a straight, disciplined line. On the left, the warriors of the Cursed Serpent stood — fearsome and silent. Although they had fought side by side, today, they were separated. For today… was a special day.
