The Throne of the New Nagareth
The night hung heavy over the newborn capital of Nagareth—a kingdom reborn from the ashes of war. The stars burned bright above the towering black walls, and the air carried the scent of steel, ash, and the faintest trace of rain. Fires from distant forges flickered across the city, reflecting on the obsidian spires that now crowned the rebuilt land.
Within the heart of that city stood the Grand Court—an enormous hall of shadow and gold. Its pillars rose like carved monoliths, etched with the new sigil of the moon and sword. Yet, for all its grandeur, the hall was eerily empty. No courtiers filled its space, no servants whispered in the corners. Only the sound of echoing footsteps filled the chamber.
