Kyle and Melissa arrived at the royal castle, dust still clinging to their cloaks from their journey.
News of their return spread like wildfire, and within the hour, an emergency meeting was called in the royal war chamber.
The long table was crowded with nobles, generals, and advisors—all visibly tense.
The moment Kyle stepped inside, murmurs filled the hall, but they quieted as he took his place beside the Crown Prince.
"We need to do something! The black mana is spreading! Our crops are failing, our borders are collapsing, and our people—our people are starving!"
Councilman Hargen slammed his palm on the table, voice trembling with frustration.
Other nobles echoed his concern.
"With harvest season approaching, we can't afford another hit."
"Our villages are losing faith in the crown!"
"They believe the gods have cursed us for siding with you, Kyle!"
The accusations flew, but Kyle raised a hand and the room fell silent.
"I understand. But panic will solve nothing."
