A SILENT DECISION AT THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT

It was currently night time at the well known Valoria kingdom as the cold night breeze drifted through the open balcony, rustling the deep-blue curtains of the Soaring Dragons Pavilion as Kent's eyes fluttered open.

'Where.... am I?'

His body felt heavy—as if he had just been pulled out of an abyss.

The dim lanterns cast flickering shadows across the lavishly adorned room, but his focus was locked on the tall figure standing at the balcony.

Lockwood.

—

The chancellor stood calmly, his hands clasped behind his back, his dark blue robe rippling slightly under the night wind as he gazed up at the star-filled sky.

Kent's brows furrowed as he thought.

'How… did I get here?'

His last memory was in the arena—mercilessly crushing Alaric Stormfell beneath his overwhelming power.

Then—nothing.

—

"Rafaela."

Lockwood's voice suddenly rang out before Kent could even voice his confusion.