Alex took another deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. He knew that what he said next would shape not only his future but the future of Cymeria.
"My holy place," Alex began, his voice steady and clear, "is not just a symbol of faith, but a beacon of power and protection. It's a sanctuary, a place where we can forge alliances with forces beyond our kingdom. In the coming days, Cymeria will face threats greater than we've ever known—dark magic, ancient enemies, and even traitors among us. But through this holy place, we can bring forth allies who will stand with us in these battles."
The council members leaned in, captivated by his words.
"Allies?" one of the scholars asked, intrigued. "From where? Who are these forces that would stand with us?"
