Night fell heavy over Dominion Sanctum.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, it took with it the day's vibrant energy.
The bustling warmth of family and laughter faded into the stillness of night.
Arthur had been at the center of it all, surrounded by his loved ones who bombed him with questions and shared stories that danced between bites of roasted lamb and sips of wine.
Even Ethan and the other commanders had let their guard down, momentarily escaping their grief in the embrace of the Osborn family's joy.
Arthur told them about his adventure, stories about the crumbling bridges, the murals older than empires, and hallways echoing like tombs of giants.
He wove humor into his narratives, stripping away the bloodshed to leave only thrilling adventures behind.
They leaned in closer with every twist and turn, laughter mingling with gasps as they clapped for more.
But as always, night has a way of stealing warmth away.
