The King family courtyard is filled with scorched blood and shattered pride.
The once-imperious banners of Emperor Kai now lay torn and burning, flapping helplessly in the wind as the remnants of the royal army scattered like frightened ants.
Their formations broke down completely, discipline lost to despair. The Emperor himself—crushed beneath the weight of Kent's wrath and the echo of ancient spells—was nothing more than a fading nightmare now.
The wind howled, carrying with it the sounds of retreating hoofbeats, clanking-armor, and terrified cries.
But amidst the silence that followed the storm, there was a sudden, rushing warmth.
A blur of flowing hair, sobs, and outstretched arms surged toward the lone figure standing amidst the ruins.
"KENT!!!"
