MID NIGHT TALE

them. King Arin, the ruler of Eldrador, welcomed them to his court, his words dripping with sincerity. But Lyra sensed a hidden agend

is mind racing with the possibilities of magical alliances. He saw the potential for great power in the political landscape of Eldrador. Eira stood tall, her warrior's heart wary of the king's motives. She had fought in battles before, and

toria, threatening the balance of power in Tenebrous. The heroes knew they had to act swiftly to prevent a cat

gnir," King Arin requested, his eyes locked onto the heroes. "T

eacherous landscape of court politics. They knew that alliances were forg

do?" Lyra asked, her v

treaty with the dwarves," King Arin replied. "With their h

s of Kragnir were a proud and stubborn people, and that negotiating a treaty with them would not be easy. The

couldn't afford to wait, for the darkness of Malakai's sorcery was spreading fast. The heroes could

ate the treacherous landscape of court politics, all while facing the darkness of Malakai's sorcery. But they were ready for the challenge

new that the road to Kragnir would be long and treacherous, and that the dwarves would not be eas

gnir. They knew that the journey ahead would be difficult, but they were ready for whatever lay in store. For they were t