Zenos sat in the throne of his recently claimed castle of the Garlean Empire, admiring his newly acquired weapon.

He sat with his legs crossed, tracing his fingers along the blade carefully as he kept his gaze locked on his weapon, at least until he heard someone enter. And to his surprise, it was his favourite person— the Warrior of Light themselves.

“I wasn’t expecting your arrival, little beast. Nevertheless, it’s most welcomed,” the prince said with a sly grin.