The journey to the Harad Regional Hall had been uneventful but tense as the group of five—Great Elder White Fang, Lord Terrace, Lord Leah, Lord Acheon, and General Saph—neared their destination.
The grand hall, perched at the center of a heavily fortified compound, came into view just as twilight gave way to evening. Glowing lanterns illuminated the area, their light casting long shadows across the cobbled pathways and imposing walls.
The carriage slowed as they approached the gates, the rhythmic clatter of the Ghost Rides' hooves fading into a soft echo. Guards were stationed at every visible corner—on the walls, along the path, and in front of the massive gates.
Their presence was dense and deliberate, a testament to the importance of protecting the dignitaries inside the Harad Regional Hall.
As their carriage rolled to a stop, a group of guards stepped forward, raising their hands to halt them.