Minutes earlier, within the dim, cavernous underground ruins beneath the ancient Infinity Tower, an atmosphere of tense anticipation and quiet desperation hung heavily in the air.
The remnants of the Bloodburn Kingdom stood patiently, gathered in clusters around small flickering torches, their tired eyes turned hopefully towards the dark tunnel from which they expected their king.
And then, finally, footsteps echoed softly through the shadows, prompting murmurs and shifting whispers of relief. Through the dim gloom, Asher emerged into view—his form powerful yet burdened, his face a complex storm of quiet resolve and hidden sorrow.
"Your Majesty!" someone shouted joyfully, igniting murmurs of excitement and relief throughout the weary crowd.
