The night hung over the little empire that Ashton had created with the help of his friends and family. The city lights below twinkled like stars on Earth, and a gentle breeze carried the whispers of uncertainties.
Ashton stood alone on the balcony, overlooking the sprawling landscape that mirrored the complex tapestry of his thoughts. After his return, everyone seemed happy, and his presence alone boosted everyone's morale.
Unfortunately, Ashton couldn't be like them. In his lonely moments, he had to confront the truth of the situation, and things were not looking good for them... at all.
The war with Astaroth and Kro'Han loomed on the horizon, casting a shadow over Ashton's usually stubborn demeanour. But more than that, the inevitability of a confrontation with Astaroth and Kro'Han gnawed at him.
