Night.
Other Continent.
Divinity Nation.
King Garreth sat in his private study, the warm glow of candlelight casting long shadows across the room. His three sons, Kaelen, Cecilio, and Arbalest, were seated before him, their postures attentive and respectful.
Garreth's gaze settled on his eldest son, Kaelen.
"Kaelen?"
Kaelen rose from his seat, offering a slight bow. "Yes, Father."
Garreth's voice was low, measured. "How are our preparations progressing?"
Kaelen reached into his coat, pulling out a neatly folded report and stepping forward to hand it to his father. "Everything is on schedule, Father. Our forces are positioned, our supplies are secured, and our defenses are ready."
Garreth unfolded the report, his eyes scanning the contents carefully. He nodded slowly, rubbing his chin in thought before looking up at his son.
