{THE CENTRAL REGION}
{THE ROYAL PACK}
Along the winding roads leading to the heart of the royal pack, black flags hung limply from their poles, their fabric as dark and still as a moonless night. Beneath them, soldiers clad in the same shade of black armor stood sentinel, their gazes fixed and unwavering.
Mounted atop a powerful white stallion, a stark contrast to the gloom of the surroundings, sat a figure of authority.
The rider's form was a study in sculpted strength, his physique well-formed and imposing even beneath the thick layers of protection. He wore a suit of soldier's armor made from solidified obsidian, no ordinary plate. The armor possessed a luster that seemed to absorb the light around it, giving the impression of an armored void.
It was one of only three such suits in the entire realm. The helm,, obscured his face, but his command spoke volumes.
