As the wind howled and the darkened sky hinted at an impending storm, Michael and Gaya stood alongside Nithroel on the edge of the mountain where their paths had first crossed. The empress of Awor gazed into the distance, her eyes seemingly carrying the weight of ancient knowledge.
In the pregnant silence, it was Michael who finally broke the stillness, his voice laced with curiosity and a touch of apprehension. "Who are you really? And who was that attacker?"
Nithroel turned her gaze towards Michael, her expression calm yet tinged with a profound understanding of the gravity of their situation. "That was Rudra, the God of War," she replied, the mere mention of his name coinciding with a distant rumble of thunder that echoed through the ominous sky.
