Nazakiel's Arrival

Shortly after Barns and Clancy depart from Dimartino, the kingdom receives a visitor.

But it is not a visitor anyone wants nor expects.

It is Nazakiel of the Sentinels, the one rumored to be the strongest among them.

The main gate creaks open as he steps through, emerging from the northern road. He moves with unshaken purpose, his posture regal but unbothered, as if walking into ruins rather than a bustling, thriving kingdom.

Adventurers on guard immediately tense, their hands flying to their weapons. Some shout orders. Others hesitate, their instincts screaming at them that something is wrong.

Nazakiel does not raise his arms. He doesn't need to. His presence alone is enough.

"Bring me your leaders," he says, his voice calm and unchallenged.

He walks through the castle gardens, his sharp eyes scanning every inch of the surroundings. The colors. The vibrancy. The life. It is more than he expected.