Inside the Horde Hall of Stoneheart City, Lilith occupied the throne. Beside her sat a heavy oak desk overflowing with administrative ledgers and military dispatches.
Ever since taking over the heavy burden from her older sister, Delilah, Lilith had worked tirelessly, rarely stepping foot outside the palace. Suddenly, pausing her paperwork, she looked up, her brow furrowing at the sky visible through the windows. After a moment of hesitation, she stood and headed outside.
The weather had twisted into something unnatural. The sky turned a sickly, oppressive gray in the blink of an eye. This wasn't a spell, nor was it a natural weather phenomenon.
"What is that?" Lilith murmured, her lips parted in confusion as she stared at the firmament.
Across Stoneheart City, a chorus of startled gasps and panicked shouts echoed through the streets, thickening the tension. An inexplicable dread seized Lilith's heart. It felt as if the world was standing on the brink of the apocalypse.
