Lyon's throne room pulsed with an unshakable sense of readiness, a storm gathering before the heavens themselves. He sat on his throne, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp. The atmosphere was heavy with anticipation.
Ian approached first, bowing with a confident grin. "Looks like the time is nigh," he said. "Boss, will you be leading the war?"
Lyon smirked, leaning slightly forward. "Of course."
"Then this war is as good as won already," chimed Kesya, appearing from the shadows with her usual playful grin.
Liu stepped forward, his demeanor as disciplined as ever. "I will exert everything I have, including the mastery of the blade you taught me, Master."
"This war will mark the dawn of a new era," added Graham, his voice deep and resolute.
Lyon chuckled and waved a hand dismissively. "Get married after this war, Graham."
