By the time dawn painted Guava City in golden hues, Igaris had long since dressed and left the bed.
Shirley lay resting under the covers, her expression peaceful, a faint smile still lingering on her lips. She had surrendered every inch of her being to him, not just in body, but in soul. From this day forward, there would be no question of her allegiance.
Outside, the estate was already buzzing.
News of the Vance household's official return had spread across the region. In the streets, workers bowed as soldiers raised new banners.
The symbol of the Overlord—an empty obsidian throne chained by stars—fluttered from the tallest towers of Guava.
Igaris stood atop the balcony facing the city square, adorned in a dark cloak lined with golden patterns. His golden eyes watched the soldiers below as they drilled in perfect synchronization.
Just then, Evernight appeared beside him.
