The morning sun crept weakly into the sky, veiled by the thick haze of snowfall that had blanketed the region over the last few days. Its light struggled against the clouds, casting a pale glow over the frost-covered land.
Before the entrance to the dungeon—its massive, rune-inscribed stone gates half-submerged in hoarfrost—two powerful forces gathered, facing each other with mutual tension.
On one side stood the might of the Almace Kingdom:
Lady Christiana WarEmbrace, radiant even in the biting cold, clad in her signature golden armor layered with winter fur. Her war sisters stood behind her like twin rows of statues, unmoving, their armor gleaming beneath the weak light.
Flanking them was William Icemake, expression ever-cold, his soldiers cloaked in pale blue armor, their breath misting like vaporized steel in the frozen air. Beside him was Luke Isaac, bundled in luxurious black furs, his crest prominently displayed. He was tense, checking often over his shoulder.
