In the capital city of Avaloria, chaos had taken over. A shrill evacuation siren blared across the sky, echoing through every street. It was the signal only reserved for the worst possible disaster.
People screamed and ran for their lives, clutching children, carrying belongings, fleeing in panic as guards yelled for citizens to leave the city immediately.
Amidst all that chaos, outside the crumbling district walls, Alex remained kneeling quietly beside Selena's corpse. His hands trembled slightly, but his eyes were fixed on her face—blank, lifeless, peaceful in the most tragic way.
He didn't move. He didn't blink. He simply knelt there, surrounded by death and silence.
Seeing this, Arya clicked her tongue softly. Her green hair fluttered in the spreading gust of mana storms as she looked over the devastation around her.
"Pathetic…" she muttered, pulling out a small communication device from her ring. The screen flickered to life.
