Chapitre 51: Chapter 51: The Call to Arms

The dawn broke over Elandor with a crisp chill in the air. The city was awake early, the streets bustling with activity as preparations were underway for Draven's latest endeavor. The establishment of the Valorian Council had brought a sense of unity and peace to the kingdom, but Draven knew that this peace was fragile. The remnants of the dark sorcerer's influence may have been purged, but new threats were always on the horizon.

Draven stood on the balcony of the central spire, his gaze fixed on the mountains to the east. He had been receiving reports of unrest in the neighboring regions—territories once under the control of other kingdoms, now left in disarray after the fall of the dark sorcerer. These lands were rife with opportunity, but they also posed a potential threat if left unchecked.

"We need to act," Draven said, his voice steady but filled with urgency. Aria stood beside him, her expression contemplative.