Right in the middle of the city stood a huge palace—grand, imposing, not as vast as Lucian's old palace, but still noteworthy for its sheer size. Its foundation was made of cobblestone, with massive stairs leading up to its grand doors. Constructs lined the edges of the staircase, standing as lifeless sentinels.
Flags lined the stairs, with braziers scattered throughout, each one burning with a special flame—blue fire, the mark of a dragon's blessing.
This kingdom is blessed by a dragon…?
As Lucian arrived at the palace, he could feel his fingers trembling—not from fear, but from the strain of keeping the shadow army summoned. They marched up the stairs behind him, a grand spectacle for those watching from below.
How long do I have to maintain this army?
I keep forgetting I don't have the strength I used to have before…
Lucian mused, chuckling briefly.
