As the moon cast its silvery glow over the Arcton Citadel, Emperor Valerius received the distressing news of Arlo's escape. His face contorted into a mask of rage and frustration, his clenched fists trembling with fury. His trusted advisor relayed the information, carefully choosing his words to avoid the emperor's wrath.
"Your Majesty, it appears that Arlo Stonefield has managed to elude his captors and escape. The Kingdom of Avaloria is suspected to be involved in his rescue," the advisor cautiously announced.
A chilling silence enveloped the room as Valerius processed the news. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows on his brooding figure, reflecting the turmoil within. His piercing gaze bore into the advisor, a mix of anger and determination burning in his eyes.
