The sombre/melancholic/dim ambiance of the recording studio/soundstage/chamber was thick with anticipation/laden with expectation/pregnant with possibility. Whispers/Murmurs/Sighs snaked through the air as the band, Seventeen, prepared to capture/embark on/forge their latest/newest/upcoming album. "Echoes of Remember," a title laced with/haunted by

Savvo ruled with a iron fist, a tyrant who wrought his power through cruelty. His kingdom, a land of plenty, lay in ruins under the weight of his capricious reign. Legends spread of his horrific deeds, tales of bloodshed. His hordes were known for their brutality The people lived in constant terror No one dared But Savvo's rule would not last