Wheels Of Fate{Edited}

The gloomy air in the dilapidated mansion hung heavy, clinging to the remnants of dust and despair.

The Constel duchy, once a place thriving with life and vibrance, was now no more than a wasteland.

The once-majestic duke's residence was a desolate landscape of debris, a stark reminder of the calamity that had ravaged the duchy.

Escaped or… dead, everyone was gone.

Everyone…

Except for one.

Deep within the mansion's bowels, sprawled on the cold, unforgiving floor, lay Duke Clause.

Crawling with a missing arm.

His left leg was also done for…

Charred to something unrecognizable.

His once commanding presence, the very air of power that had once surrounded him, was as dissipated as the laughter that used to echo through these halls.

He had escaped, yes, but barely.

However, escape felt hollow, shameful.