On what was supposed to be a day of celebration, Aditya found himself standing amidst death and betrayal. It was his birthday, yet the grim reality before him left no room for festivities. A wave of exhaustion washed over him as he realized that the day was far from over; in fact, it was shaping up to be one of the longest and darkest days of his life.
General Amber, who had been at his side through countless battles, stood there surveying the grotesque scene. She had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. She hesitated momentarily before speaking, her voice tinged with both uncertainty and expectation. "Your Majesty, are we going to...?" Her voice trailed off, leaving the question unfinished but clear in its intent.
