Kingdom of Dawn, Royal Palace.
The news spread like wildfire across the five kingdoms.
CRACK! The sound of shattering glass echoed through the throne rooms of distant capitals as spies delivered their reports. The Kingdom of Dawn and the Kingdom of Britannia—two of the five great powers of Vaelor—had merged into a single entity.
In the Elven Kingdom of Elenoir, Queen Aelithra Tauriel sat in her council chamber, her emerald eyes fixed on the trembling scout who had delivered the news. Her fingers tightened around the armrests of her living-wood throne.
"A merged kingdom?" she murmured, her voice a silken whisper. "And King Alaric... he agreed to this? After decades of hostility?"
The scout bowed lower, his forehead nearly touching the moss-covered floor. "Yes, Your Majesty. And there are rumors... rumors of a mysterious cultivator behind it all. A demon, they say. One who commands a beast of terrifying power."
The elven elders exchanged uneasy glances.
