Far away from Leonora, another kingdom also faced the same suffocating tension beneath the darkened skies. Within the kingdom of Valdros, King Darius stood atop the massive battlements overlooking the outer territories while cold wind swept heavily across the walls around him.
Dark clouds churned endlessly overhead and faint rain had already begun drizzling from the skies, covering the stone walls and armor of the defenders with thin streams of water.
But despite the storm approaching, the true source of anxiety for the king was not the weather. It was the silence.
