wooden doors of Adelpha’s royal chamber stood firm, crafted from ancient oak that had witnessed the rule of countless kings before Alden. The room beyond was dimly lit, lined with towering bookshelves and tapestries woven with the golden crest of the stag. Unlike the cold, imposing structures of Aether, Adelpha’s palace bore the weight of history—not with sterile perfection, but with the quiet wisdom of a nation that had endured.


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