From the cracked dimension at the far end of the hall, something began to take shape.
At first, it was no more than a distortion in the air, a tear in space where shadows gathered unnaturally thick. The darkness churned like storm clouds trapped within a narrow wound in reality. Then, slowly, a figure stepped forward from within that fracture.
Not a beast, nor a demon.
But a man.
His form solidified from the writhing shadows, his features sharpening and posture straightening until he stood fully revealed beneath the trembling chandeliers.
Both Mimi and the Deathguards were stunned.
Because… he looked…
Just like Amaras.
"What… the fuck is going on?!"
Mimi gazed upward, trying to find an answer from the king.
Because the one who had just appeared had exactly the same face, the same height, the same build, the same regal bearing.
