The sounds of Freya and her father's battle got louder as Arthur ran to the halls leading to the throne room. The entire place was going due to the magnitude of shockwaves coming from the two immortals clash. He never thought he would encounter such at such an early stage of his new life. It hadn't even been a year since acquiring this new body and was already going to face off an immortal.
The memory of his last conversation with Freya flickered vividly in his mind, juxtaposed against the chaos unfolding around him. They had shared a rare moment of calm amidst the storm, the gentle glow of the hearth casting flickering shadows across the room. Freya's piercing gaze had revealed the gravity of her purpose, a silent exchange laden with unspoken truths.
