In the Elder's Hall, the Elders were mid-discussion when suddenly—
BAM
The double doors burst open with a loud slam.
"Lord Kael, you can't ju—"
The guard's voice was heard, but the man in question did not care. He simply stormed into the hall, his cloak still fluttering from the wind outside. Behind him was Lavinia, who seemed somewhat shaken and was currently being pulled by Kael.
The sudden incident made the Elders straighten in alarm, their conversations stopping mid-word as their eyes turned to him.
Morvain, seated at the center, raised her eyes, unfazed but curious.
"Dragon Rider Kael,"
She said calmly.
"To what do we owe—"
"The Drakthar have arrived."
Kael revealed without bothering with any formalities.
"Ten warships, each with their royal crest. Heading toward Ashen Heights as we speak."
The room fell silent. Even Nymeris, the oldest among the Elders, blinked, her disbelief clear on her face.
Morvain too narrowed her eyes.
"...What?"
