Lucan's gaze sharpened. "I understand. I'll make it count. For the village, for the empire… and for myself." His voice carried both determination and pride, but there was also a quiet acknowledgment of the danger that awaited him.
The room fell into a calm silence, punctuated only by the faint clinking of tea cups and the soft shuffle of feet. In that quiet, there was an unspoken respect—a shared understanding of power, responsibility, and the challenges yet to come. Each of them knew that battles loomed on the horizon, some visible, some hidden in shadows, and that the decisions made in these quiet moments could change everything.
Nolan finally broke the silence, his voice soft but resolute. "Once you leave for the Dwarf Kingdom, Lucan, be careful. The demons are restless. Not all of them show themselves openly. Some stay hidden, waiting for the right moment. And remember… the sword must be more than a weapon. It must become part of you."
