Ashenhold Tower, Erengard Royal Palace
Gerhard walked toward Ashenhold Tower, its looming shadow stretching across the courtyard like the hand of something ancient and unmerciful. The structure rose against the dull afternoon sky, its ashen stones catching the faintest glint of light, as if mocking the warmth of the sun.
Behind him, two knights followed in measured steps, their armor clinking softly. When they reached the base of the tower, Gerhard stopped and turned, his hand raised in a subtle command.
"Stay here," he said, his tone low but firm.
The younger of the two knights hesitated, exchanging a nervous glance with his companion. "But, Your Grace… His Highness the Emperor ordered us to guard you."
