"The Lothern King is gravely ill."
Gordon's voice, transmitted through the bond of kinship, reached the depths of the Red Iron Dragon's consciousness with crystal clarity.
"The atmosphere within the court is eerily mysterious, those princes who seem respectful and humble on ordinary days, those dukes and grand dukes, now they all resemble venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, poised to strike, breath held, anxiously awaiting the climax that will ultimately decide the kingdom's fate."
As the mighty pillars suddenly collapse and teeter on the brink.
Within the entire Lothern Federation, existing cracks and contradictions further expanded.
Beneath the calm surface of the lake lies a dangerously swirling vortex.
