Chapter 49 - The Siege of Arcanis

The midday breeze softly brushed Arman's dark hair as he stood on his balcony in the magnificent Arcanis palace. As the city stretched out in front of him, he poured himself a goblet of rich red wine and relished the silence. The distant bustle of the city's residents drifted up from the streets below, while the stone buildings glittered in the sunlight. Everything appeared to be at peace for a minute, but in Arcanis, tranquility was brittle and constantly ready to break. The wine filled his senses as he raised the mug to his lips. However, he was about to take a sip when he noticed something far away. A horde moving with purpose, a gathering in the streets. He squinted, attempting to make out the details, his heart pounding. Then he spotted it, scarlet and gold banners bearing the distinctive insignia of their worst enemies, Valtheon. Panic gripped Arman, and he choked on his wine, the liquid dripping down his chin. "Gods…" he muttered under his breath. Arman turned and hurrie