BLOODRIVER IS DEAD

DUCHESS LENORA'S POV

The early morning air was crisp and cool as I made my way through the winding corridors of Sith Castle. The dim light of dawn filtered through the narrow windows, casting long shadows on the stone walls. My patrol had started as routine, but the weight of the situation with Bloodriver had been a constant concern in my mind.

I approached the holding cells in Bloodriver's facility with a determined pace, my thoughts focused on ensuring that everything was under control. The prison was still and silent, save for the occasional murmur of the guards and the distant echoes of footsteps.

As I reached the designated cell block, I was met by the head guard who had been assigned to Bloodriver's containment. His expression was grave, reflecting the seriousness of the situation we had been dealing with.

"Duchess Lenora," he greeted, his voice tinged with apprehension. "I am glad you are here. Bloodriver's condition has worsened significantly."