Echoes of a Dying Empire

The air in the Royal Conservatory is thick with more than just the scent of lilies. Behind the ornate robes and golden embroidery, fear is taking root. The High Council has gathered as the "Whispers of Revolution" transform into a deafening roar at the palace gates. An ancient danger, long buried by the crown, is resurfacing to claim its due. When the shadows of the people fall upon the elite, no throne is high enough to escape the coming storm. The end of an era begins with a single, hushed warning... (with sound)