The Royal Capital of Throneguard was a city built to impress.
Towering marble walls lined the main road leading toward the palace, each one engraved with the sigils of the noble houses that had sworn fealty to the throne.
Enchanted statues of ancient warriors stood at every corner, their hollow eyes glowing faint blue as they tracked the movement of anyone who passed.
The streets were busy with merchants, soldiers, and civilians going about their day, most of them oblivious to the political chess game being played above their heads.
But today, something had disrupted the rhythm of the capital.
A carriage unlike anything the citizens had ever seen was rolling through the main boulevard.
It was black. Entirely, unnervingly black.
The frame was shaped like a skull, its hollow eye sockets serving as the windows on either side. Two curved horns rose from the roof, spiraling backward like the crown of a demon.
