Aragon and Freja stood beneath a large oak tree in the castle courtyard, the cool breeze rustling through its ancient branches.
The sun had just begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the castle walls, a peaceful contrast to the chaos that had occurred earlier.
Freja had just told him about the Arakenys—the mysterious and dangerous race that had once been defeated by his grandfather. "I hadn't expected to see them here again," Freja admitted, her voice laced with tension.
She looked at Aragon with a seriousness that weighed heavy between them. Her mind was filled with memories of the past, of battles fought and lives lost. The appearance of Uma Sed and the threat she posed brought those memories flooding back.
Aragon's expression remained hard, his mind elsewhere.