TRIAL GONE WRONG

The next day dawned over SuperNova Town, casting a dim, grey light through the windows of the dungeon. Kaelen and his companions were led out by the town guards, their chains clinking against the cold stone floors. As they were marched through the streets, the townsfolk gathered to watch, whispering to one another in hushed tones. It was clear this was no ordinary trial.

The town hall was a grand, imposing structure, with towering columns and a vast, open space within. At the far end sat a raised platform where the council of elders, along with Chief Doran, awaited the accused. Kaelen and his companions were forced to stand in the center of the hall, bound and surrounded by armed guards.

Doran, standing beside the council, wore a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. The head of the council, an elderly man with a long white beard, banged his staff on the floor, signaling for silence.