DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Generals of Ignitaria
Underneath the vast expanse of the ever-changing sky, Generals Haslem and Jarus, commanders of the Ignitaria kingdom, embarked on a journey towards the Sacred Forest. The whispers of an impending chaos echoed through the halls of the royal court, prompting the rulers to seek counsel from the Eldertree Enclave—the ancient repository of mystical wisdom.
During their two-day journey to the Sacred Forest, a moment of respite settled over the camp. Around the flickering campfire, the wearied travelers found themselves drawn to a different topic – the disarray within the Council of the Twelve that governed the world of Arantle.
General Haslem, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames, vented his frustration, “The Council of the Twelve appears more like a cacophony of conflicting interests than a cohesive governing body. The lack of unity in their decisions is disconcerting.”
General Jarus, a wry smile playing on his lips, responded, “Indeed, Haslem. It’s as if every member is dancing to their own tune. How are we to entrust the fate of Arantle to such a disorganized council?”
A mage, overhearing the conversation, joined in, “Rumors abound that even the spirits are troubled by the disharmony in the council. If they cannot find common ground, how can we expect them to guide the entire world through the impending chaos?”
As the night air grew cooler, the conversation shifted towards the idiosyncrasies of certain council members. A warrior, with a hint of amusement, remarked, “Have you heard about King Svajone? It’s said he spends more time composing poetry than attending council meetings. Perhaps he believes our troubles can be solved with rhymes.”
Laughter rippled through the camp, offering a brief respite from the gravity of their mission. General Haslem, adopting a more serious tone, added, “Upon our return, we must address the issues within the council.”
General Jarus nodded in agreement.
As the night wore on, the conversation transitioned back to the impending meeting with the Eldertree. The generals, though concerned about the internal strife within the world’s governance, found solace in the hope that the ancient spirits might provide guidance not just for the chaos ahead but also for the healing of the fractured Council of the Twelve governing all of Arantle. The campfire, now reduced to glowing embers, bore witness to the discussions of warriors and mages, bound by a common purpose despite the disarray that surrounded them. The Sacred Forest awaited, its secrets shrouded in the darkness, ready to unfold in the light of a new day for the entirety of Arantle.