Meanwhile, back at the Frostblade Mansion...
After the grand announcement about Aether, the restless atmosphere finally settled. People calmed down, returning to their homes with a sense of relief washing over them. Seeing their true Arcane King finally freed from his shackles brought an overwhelming sense of peace. They had upheld their Saviour's words, and that alone filled them with joy and pride.
Everything seemed to be heading toward peace and happiness—except inside a certain room, where two figures sat facing each other, their expressions unreadable, yet tense with unspoken emotions.
"..."
"..."
They locked eyes as if waiting for the other to speak first. But no words came out... The emotions swirling between them were too overwhelming, too tangled to be easily put into words.
Xara, her gaze sharp as a blade, was visibly furious over Aether's actions.