The silence in the chamber was suffocating. Every pair of eyes in the room was fixed on Erend after his words, their expressions a mix of dread and resignation.
No one wanted to let him go, but the weight of the situation left them with no choice.
The latest reports had only made things worse. The Mages stationed inside the throne room had confirmed what many feared.
King Gulben was battling Laston alone, Aerchon was wounded, and the generals were already descending into the fray to take command of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, the Ogres and Daemons had gone into a frenzied state, attacking recklessly and without fear, their sheer brutality overwhelming the Elven ranks.
The stronghold was collapsing into chaos. If the Dragonborns didn't act now, it would be too late.
