Levi sat upon the lush, warm grass atop a cliff, his eyes fixated on the bustling citizens below. Beside him stood Ryon, clad in formidable iron armor, a formidable sword resting at his back. The scenic tranquility of the kingdom contrasted sharply with Levi's contemplative demeanor.
"So peaceful, and yet so ignorant," Levi mused, his gaze piercing and his eyes glowing with an enigmatic blue light.
"Ignorant, my lord?" Ryon inquired, his own gaze trained on the activities below.
"Yes," Levi replied, his voice carrying a tinge of sorrow. "Look at them, engrossed in their mundane routines, blissfully unaware of the ancient Amber dance or the fierce war with Refrodite. Even the valiant vampire hunters, guardians of peace, have grown complacent due to the prolonged era of tranquility brought about by my father's rule. They have forgotten the true meaning of struggle and pain."
