Walking along the cold, quiet streets, golden leaves flutter around you in the breeze. You continue until you reach a towering palace gate. A raven’s call breaks the silence, and the gate creaks open on its own, as if inviting you in. With a racing heart, you step inside, and the gate slams shut behind you.

The courtyard is vast and luxurious, more than you ever imagined. The polished stones beneath your feet glimmer as you walk toward the grand entrance. The large doors open soundlessly, revealing a shadowy interior. In the distance, footsteps echo, drawing nearer with each passing second.

Your heart pounds. Time slows. From the shadows, he appears—a tall figure, his cold expression softening into a small, mysterious smile. Gone is the familiar look of the soldier you knew; now, he is dressed like a prince, every detail regal, from the intricate patterns on his clothes to the way his light blue eyes seem to pierce right through you.

He extends his hand toward you, his voice soft but commanding. "Thank you for coming, Commander..."

His eyes hold yours, calm and steady, and the tension in the air thickens. His hand remains extended, waiting, as though this moment has been long anticipated. Every movement of his seems deliberate, as if inviting you to take the next step, his presence both overwhelming and magnetic.