Inside the great hall of Riverdale's castle, Queen Andrea sat upon her throne.
Her golden hair was tangled and loose, her dress torn from the long night she had spent without rest.
Her eyes, once filled with bright hope, now carried the exhaustion of a queen who had seen her kingdom stand on the edge of destruction and then pulled back at the very last breath.
General Caesar stood beside her. His armor was unpolished and dented, his sword still carried cracks, and his shoulders slumped with fatigue.
Yet his eyes remained alert, watching everything, every shadow, every corner, as if he still could not accept that the battle was truly over.
The heavy doors opened with a groan.
Into the hall stepped the Necrolord.
His figure emitted a death aura. His body was made of bones, and his skull was crowned with a circlet of blackened metal, his frame draped in robes that fluttered though no wind was present.
