The winds outside the realm seemed to shift, as if sensing the change in the balance of power.
The trees swayed subtly, and even the mountains, silent witnesses to centuries of history, seemed to acknowledge his presence.
Riley could feel the pulse of the world beneath his feet, the latent energy waiting to be directed, waiting to be unleashed.
And as he looked toward the horizon again, toward the distant figure of the monkey dummy, his excitement deepened—not for chaos, but for the reckoning, the test of strength and wit that he had been preparing for all along.
The realm was his now, but this victory was only the beginning.
And Riley, standing tall amidst the untouched lands, allowed himself a rare moment of anticipation and thrill.
The storm that had been brewing for so long was about to reach its peak, and he would be the one orchestrating every strike.
"It's payback time," he repeated, louder this time, the dangerous glint in his eyes blazing like fire.
