News of Duke Eloit Von Lancer's death spread through the Kingdom of Traona like wildfire devouring dry grass.
It did not take hours. It did not even take a full day.
By the time the sun had risen the morning after the destruction of Rambosa, every major city, every border outpost, and every trade route in the kingdom was buzzing with the same terrifying whisper.
The Duke is dead.
Four Dragons were slain in a single night.
Over four hundred elite soldiers—gone.
And the one responsible? A single man in a black mask.
For the common folk, the story sounded like a myth. Something bards would sing about around a campfire to scare children into behaving.
But for those who held power in the Kingdom of Traona, the truth was far worse than any myth.
Because they knew the Duke wasn't just any noble.
He was a Player.
And if a Player of his caliber could be erased that easily, then none of them were safe.
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{The Royal Capital: Throneguard}
Three days after the fall of Rambosa.
