As they rode deeper into the capital, Lumberling's gaze lifted. Four towering fortresses loomed at the edges of the city, each one like a pillar propping up the sky. And at the very heart of Pentagara, rising above all others, stood the imperial palace, white stone and golden spires, radiant and untouchable.
He slowed his horse, eyes narrowing. "Those castles… why are there four of them surrounding the palace?"
Liraeth followed his gaze, then gave a small, knowing smile. "You noticed quickly. Those aren't just castles, they're the seats of the four great pillars of the empire."
"Four pillars?"
She nodded. "The empire doesn't rest on the emperor alone. These four powers uphold the throne… and keep it in check."
She pointed eastward, to the fortress built like an iron bastion, banners heavy with the mark of crossed swords.
