Crush Them All
The frost-covered fortress in Eastern Europe stood as a testament to the House of Ebon Frost's growing power. Within its towering icy walls, a council of their elites convened.
The chamber was illuminated by the pale glow of frost-covered chandeliers, the cold seeping into every corner of the room.
At the head of the table sat Lady Selyna Frost, her silver hair glinting like ice in the dim light. Her eyes, colder than the air around her, surveyed the gathered leaders of her house.
"The annexation of Eastern Europe is nearly complete," Selyna announced, her voice echoing in the silence. "The local governments have been subdued, and resistance has been… neutralized."
A younger man, his breath visible in the icy air, spoke up hesitantly. "Lady Selyna, reports indicate that Silas Kurt has begun taking an interest in our movements. Do you believe he will act against us?"