In the once bloody hall of the Dark Ice Castle, now cleaned of its previous bloodshed, Ruben Arist arrived.
Alongside him were representatives of many other human noble families of the North.
Ruben observed the empty hall that was once occupied by the witches. Or as Eldoria called them, High Lords and Ladies.
If someone were to tell Ruben that the unknown warrior that saved his daughter shall be the one that rose against the thousands of years empire that was Eldoria. Ruben would have mocked them.
But it happened. Everything felt unreal to Ruben.
"Lord Arist. How are you?" Another noble greeted Ruben.
"I'm well, Lord Asmon. How are your families lately?"
"Eh. My family wasn't doing that well because of all that oppressive from the high noble clans. But they were a thing of the past now."
With the attack into the Hallow Land, all noble clans had been seized. Some were held prisoners and many were slain.
