The sun dipped over the horizon, casting a golden glow across the castle grounds. Silence stretched across the landscape, broken only by the distant howl of the wind, a melancholy sigh that seemed to echo through eternity. Leor stood on the balcony, his blue eyes locked onto the horizon, his gaze piercing through the veil of twilight. Beyond those endless stretches of land, war was coming, and he knew it was only a matter of time.
The air was filled with the scent of something inevitable—a shift in the balance of power, a turning tide that would soon engulf all realms.
Then—
The very air shuddered and rippled beside him, and a form materialized. It was the Overseer.