The sun had long since dipped behind the spires of Eldoria, leaving the world painted in muted shades of blue and silver. The Grey family estate was hushed tonight, its guards silent and its courtyards heavy with an unspoken dread of what was to come. The looming shadow of Endless had cast itself upon the world, and every man and woman in the estate knew that tomorrow could mark either salvation—or the end of everything.
Morris Grey and his elder brother, Drake, walked side by side down the gravel path that wound through the family's inner gardens. Neither spoke. Their boots crunched softly on the stones, the only sound in the stillness of the night. Both carried with them the same weight, the same burden pressing against their shoulders, though they bore it in different ways.
