Chapter The Lone Monarch
-Northern Plain, Ignitaria-
In the grandeur of the royal citadel, King Altair stood before the Council of the Twelve, The air was thick with tension as King Altair spoke of the rising threat from the Darkbane tribe, his voice echoing off the ornate walls.
“I implore the council to heed the warning,” King Altair pleaded, his eyes seeking support from his fellow rulers. “The Darkbane’s strength is growing, and their audacity poses a genuine threat to our world. We must act now.”
King Sirius with a stoic demeanor, crossed his arms and spoke with an air of indifference. “Altair, this seems more a personal grievance than a world-wide issue. We have matters of greater import to attend to than the skirmishes with mere barbarians from some unknown land.”
King Aigen, known for his diplomatic finesse, nodded in agreement. “Indeed, Altair. Our support is better directed elsewhere. The affairs of a single tribe should not divert our attention from more pressing concerns.”
However, King Svajone, a ruler with a reputation for valor and solidarity, stepped forward, supporting King Altair. “I stand with Altair on this. We cannot underestimate the Darkbane. Their actions may be a precursor to a more significant threat. We must address this issue together before it escalates.”
Despite King Svajone’s support, the other council members appeared engrossed in their own issues within their respective kingdoms, oblivious to the impending threat. As the room buzzed with conflicting opinions, it became apparent to King Altair that he had no choice but to handle the Darkbane matter on his own.
Resigned to the fact that his plea for collective action had fallen on deaf ears, King Altair left the council chambers, shoulders burdened with the weight of a kingdom’s uncertain future. The fate of his land now rested solely on his shoulders as he prepared to face the looming threat alone.