The cool evening air descended on Valoria like a shroud, the fading sunlight casting long shadows across the city's towering spires. Despite the relative calm, there was an undercurrent of tension in the streets. The news of the Southern Web's defeat at the ruins of Caladros had spread, and while the destruction of the Heart of Kharon had been a victory for the Dragon King, the people of Valoria knew the battle was far from over.
Draven stood on the balcony of his chambers, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. The sprawling city below him was still bustling with activity, but there was an unease in the air, as if the city itself was holding its breath. The council had agreed to unite in the fight against the Southern Web, but Draven knew that words alone wouldn't win this war. They needed action, and fast.