The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting an amber glow over the gardens of Arwa Riyasat. The vibrant colors of the festival celebrations flickered in contrast to the tension that hung in the air like an unspoken word. Saifur Rahman Ibn Khalid Qureshi stood at the edge of the festivities, the laughter and music around him fading into a distant hum as he focused on the chaos that had erupted mere moments before.
Beside him, Amira Al'Noor Ibn Anas Amiri adjusted her mask, her eyes fierce with determination. "We cannot let them disrupt our kingdoms," she declared, a spark of resolve igniting in her chest. The masked figures had been chanting against their alliance, their words laced with venom. They were a stark reminder of the divisions threatening to tear apart the fragile peace between Arwa and Makana.
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