The twelve knights stood in silence as the old man, Commander Arthur, stroked his long white beard.
His voice made everyone freeze…
"Sage Mennena has spoken… the invaders are here."
The knights shifted uneasily with grim faces, but some of them were scoffing… They had heard rumors before, but never a prophecy so direct.
Among them was Sir Roland, a brash young knight known for his reckless courage.
He tapped the table and spoke cautiously…
"Invaders? From where? Sage Mennena never gives straight answers. Could be from the east, could be from the west. We're chasing shadows. What are we supposed to do with this information?"
Beside him, Lady Seraphine, adjusted her gauntlets. "Shadows or not, the prophecy cannot be ignored. If the sage speaks, it means danger is certain. We must prepare before it's too late…"
Arthur raised his hand, silencing them.
