The air hung heavy with an unnatural stillness. Valoran's citizens went about their daily routines, but an eerie tension gripped the atmosphere, a sense of foreboding that settled deep in their bones. James stood on the balcony of his castle, staring out over the sprawling city below. The distant mountains framed the horizon, but the beauty of the scene was marred by an unsettling crimson hue that painted the sky.
Sasha approached him, her black hair flowing behind her as her sword and shield clinked softly at her sides. "James, you've been out here for hours. What are you thinking?"
James didn't turn, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "It's too quiet, Sasha. Ever since we defeated Resheph, I've had this feeling... like it's not over."
Sasha stepped closer, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We've faced worse, James. Whatever comes next, we'll handle it. Together."