Arjam Region.
Southern Gate.
Chaos erupted as the two factions faced off at the battered gate.
"No! We will not let Armand govern us!" one man shouted, face flushed with anger as he shoved his way to the front.
"Don't you forget, Sir Thilan! Our late lord was never on good terms with the Armand family!"
Others behind him raised their fists, their voices echoing with old resentment.
Across the crowd, a woman's voice rang out, raw with frustration.
"Are you all stupid?! Look around! Everything's in ruins! Bandits are everywhere! Even Mister Karzan, the food merchant, he was attacked and his wife was kidnapped! We can't do anything to stop them!"
"Yeah! Look at our market! There's nothing left! We have no choice!" another shouted, desperation cutting through his words.
But the opposing faction yelled back, holding firm.
"If you let Armand's troops inside, the other nobles, especially our late lord's cousin next door, will see it as betrayal! Are you willing to risk that?!"
