**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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The Eldorian Castle, once a symbol of peace and prosperity, was now a hub of frantic activity.
Soldiers from every kingdom bustled through the grand halls, their armor clinking and voices murmuring in subdued conversations.
The air was thick with tension and grief as they gathered to mourn the loss of King Eirian, who had fallen at the hands of an upper league demon.
In the great hall, a heated meeting was underway. Clan Chief Jachim Witold, a towering figure with a mane of graying hair and a fierce gaze, pounded his fist on the table, his voice booming with anger.
"How could this happen?" he demanded, his voice echoing off the stone walls.
"We didn't even get a chance to fight fairly! The enemy was ahead of us at every turn, infiltrating our kingdom without our knowledge. This is an outrage!"
The gathered leaders and soldiers muttered in agreement, their own frustrations simmering just beneath the surface.
Jachim's eyes blazed as he continued, his fury directed at the heart of the kingdom.
"I question the reign of King Eirian and Queen Lyzandra. How could they let this happen? How could they fail to protect us?"
A tense silence fell over the room, the weight of his words settling heavily on everyone present. Just as the murmurs of dissent began to rise, a clear, strong voice cut through the air.
"Enough!"
Princess Lyra, the younger sister of the late King Eirian, stood up, her eyes flashing with a mixture of sorrow and determination.
Her presence commanded immediate attention, and the room fell silent as she stepped forward.
"My brother did everything for this kingdom," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her.
"The peace we all enjoyed was because of his sacrifices. He gave his life to protect us, and he did so with honor and bravery."
Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the late king's dedication and the personal loss she was enduring.
Jachim's anger seemed to falter for a moment as he listened to her impassioned defense.
"But the truth is," she continued, her voice gaining strength.
"Even I could not do anything in the face of that threat. Our lives were all threatened that day, and my brother's blood was spilled to save all of us."
Lyra's eyes swept over the assembled leaders, her gaze fierce and unyielding.
"I understand your anger, Chief Jachim. I feel it too. But directing it at my brother's memory will not bring us victory. What we need now is unity and resolve."
She took a deep breath, her hands clenched at her sides.
"I promise you this: when we meet that demon again, we will give him the fight he deserves. We will honor my brother's memory by standing together and facing our enemy with the same courage he did."
