By the time evening settled over the encampment, the earlier chaos had given way to a controlled calm, though an undercurrent of anticipation still lingered in the air. Torches had been lit across the camp, their flames flickering steadily against the growing darkness, and within the king's command tent, the atmosphere remained tense but composed. It was there that the guards announced the arrival of visitors, their tone carrying a note of formality that immediately drew attention.
Messengers from Blackmare.
They were ushered in without delay, their presence quiet yet deliberate as they stepped forward and presented a sealed scroll with both hands, bowing respectfully before King Highmoor and the Empress who were discussing matters. No unnecessary words were exchanged, no attempt made to soften the moment. The intent was clear even before the seal was broken.
