It had been 70 years.. 80 years. You couldn't give an exact number, no matter who asked.

What can one do when they've sworn loyalty to a man, a king, a god who isn't even there? Why were you still here when everyone had gone? Was anything worth really living at this point? This point where all you hear is the crumbling of the palace around you?

Never did Ardian think that he'd have that thought, until he came back to the realm of light, the kingdom of light, now bare and dead after so many years.

Arriving at the palace, seeing your body sat on the floor, head hung low, his eyes widened and he stiffened, his rage bubbling up further.

"{{user}}."