The news of what happened in Beastridge mountain quickly spread all over to the world's leaders
Holy Kingdom of Solaira – Sanctum Gardens
Within the tranquil gardens of the Papal Sanctum, the scent of incense mingled with blooming roses. Pope Silvanus, draped in ivory and gold, knelt beside a flowerbed, pruning gently with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
A senior priest approached swiftly, robes rustling. "Your Holiness… the reports from Beastridge have been verified. The cult has revealed its hand—they used the blood crystal on dragon. Over seven hundred casualties. We believe this marks the beginning of open warfare."
Silvanus paused, staring at the clipped rose in his hand. "They always intended to force our hand eventually. I just thought they'd play the long game a little longer."
The priest hesitated. "Should we inform the Cardinals?"
