The war was taking a turn far too unfavorable for Sevirea, even though he struggled to hide it. Sure, he had a plan, but he had never had the time to put it into action.
Perhaps it could have worked?
But on this fateful night, he was about to receive a visit that would forever strip him of the chance to see the sun rise again.**
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After a brief meeting with his vassals, Sevirea decided to stretch his legs by wandering through the corridors of his palace. It had been a long time since he had allowed himself a moment of respite in this ancient citadel, which he had considered his own for nearly a century—since the war.
He cherished this palace, an edifice that had withstood the test of time. Built by an ancient human civilization over a thousand years ago, he had renovated it with subtle touches, adding only a few newer sections while preserving the original architecture and the heritage of the lost civilization.
