You Forgot About Me

The war-torn skies above Yalen finally cleared as the four armies of the Empyreans retreated, leaving a palpable tension in the air. The ground was littered with the remnants of battle, a harsh reminder of the cost of freedom. Nera, with her troop of Yalveran Union warriors, approached the gathered figures of Arthur, Lucian, and the Alka army, her eyes scanning the aftermath with a measured gaze.

The meeting that followed took place in a hastily erected tent near the ruins of Yalen Palace. The atmosphere inside was thick with the scent of damp earth and the heavy responsibility of leadership.

Nera's entrance was silent but commanding, her gaze locking with Lucian's, whose claim to the crown she had yet to acknowledge. Arthur and Oriole stood aside, their expressions neutral but attentive.