Within hours, the once-chaotic energy of the castle faded into an eerie stillness. The narrow corridors, once filled with endless footsteps, laughter, and chatter, had fallen silent. No more bartering of artifacts, no eager discussions of new techniques. Even the castle courtyard—usually bustling with movement and life—now stood deserted. Everyone loyal to Aemond was already inside the throne room, listening intently as he delivered his speech.
"...We have been betrayed by our own kind…" His voice thundered through the grand chamber, echoing off the stone walls. As he scanned the crowd, he noted the missing faces. He knew where they had gone. There was no turning back—he had taken a step that could not be retraced.
"But fear not, my people," he continued, raising his arm high. "We will purge the traitors who bow to the demon. We will cleanse our society of its corruption!"
