In Velmoria.
The royal capital trembled like a frightened beast with every boom that echoed through the atmosphere.
The sky—black and bleeding with red light—reflected off the shattered marble of the palace courtyard.
The once-proud spires of Velmoria's castle were now leaning, cracked and broken, their elegance buried beneath clouds of dust and drifting ash.
And high above, on the balcony of the royal chamber, Lia stood still.
Her pink hair danced in the howling wind as her eyes—glowing faintly with life energy—stared toward the distant wasteland.
There, where a vast forest once stood proud, she could still see the flashes of cataclysmic power—lightning, flame, and gravity waves that warped the horizon itself.
That was until it suddenly stopped.
The flashes stopped. The ground stilled. Even the air felt… muted.
"…It's quiet," Lia whispered.
Down below, Velric barked out orders, his deep voice echoing through the ruined courtyards.
