Demian raised his chin slowly, his gaze fixed on the dome-shaped domain looming before him. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as if he already knew the outcome of what was about to unfold.
He stood motionless for a moment before glancing over his shoulder. Behind him, a group of knights had arrived, accompanied by a handful of players. Although the players didn't seem poised to attack, they lingered, perhaps out of curiosity—or their usual foolish tendencies.
"Lord Demian, you are hereby charged with treason and the assassination of the King," one of the knights declared.
Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from within the domain.
"DEMIAN!"
It was unmistakably Alora's voice.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!"
Simultaneously, a wave of energy burst from inside the domain, rippling through the air and causing the walls of the domain to tremble faintly.
Demian's faint smile widened slightly as he turned back to face the knights.