It's not over, yet

Lord Eude stood on the hilltop, his fists clenched as he glared at the sprawling town below.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the barony and the mansion that loomed like a crown jewel at its heart.

Beside him, the two warriors of the Crimsan Blades stood silently, their eyes scanning the horizon, ever watchful. The mighty oak tree next to Eude bore the brunt of his frustration as he kicked it savagely, leaves rustling in protest.

"Damn it!" he spat, pacing furiously.

"Who the fuck is that kid?" His voice was sharp, filled with a mix of anger and incredulity.

One of the warriors, a tall man with scarred features and a broadsword strapped to his back, spoke up. "Whoever he is, my lord, he's no ordinary boy. And that woman with him... there's something unsettling about her. Her power—it's not natural."