Eryndor's emotions still reeled from the memories of his father's death. Suddenly, a chilling presence washed over him, like an unseen shadow looming in the distance. He felt an intense, malevolent energy, but couldn't pinpoint its source. Unbeknownst to Eryndor, the Demon King, Arcturus, watched him from the shadows, intrigued by the young warrior's potential. Arcturus's gaze pierced through the veil, observing Eryndor's growth and determination. A hint of curiosity flickered within the Demon King's eyes, wondering if this young warrior could become a worthy adversary. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with the weight of unseen intentions.