Meanwhile, inside the Dwarven Kingdom, the halls were filled with the sound of dwarven voices raised in celebration. The signing between Vincent and Velara had been a success, marking a pivotal moment for both parties. As mugs of ale clanked together and laughter echoed through the stone halls, the mood was abruptly shattered.
The doors to the hall burst open, and one of the dwarven guards stumbled in, his armor scraped and his face pale with urgency. "We're under attack!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade.
The room fell silent as all eyes turned toward the guard. Velara, seated beside Vincent, immediately stood up, her expression hardening. "What do you mean, under attack?" she demanded, her voice sharp.
The guard, still catching his breath, stammered, "Stone Sentinels...they are destroyed!"