[Third Person].
A week later, the Grand Hall in the Royal Palace was once again filled.
This time, not with celebration, nor judgment, but with purpose.
Every seat was occupied. The council of elders stood in their designated positions, the Royal Alphas gathered with attentive expressions, and the high-ranking officials remained silent, awaiting the King's words.
At the front, Draven and Meredith sat upon their thrones. The atmosphere was steady and focused.
Then, Draven rose. "I have called this assembly," he began, his voice carrying clearly across the hall, "to address the security of Stormveil."
At once, the attention in the room sharpened.
"The Great Wall," he continued, "has protected our lands for generations. But past events have made one thing clear, our enemies are not done."
A faint tension settled over the hall.
"We cannot afford another breach." Draven's gaze swept across them. "I intend to strengthen the Wall. And I have found a way to do so."
