The night preceding the impending clash between Sam and Prince Ethan cast an aura of eerie quietude, as if silence itself had assumed a calculated intent. The very air seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the monumental clash that would unfold.
Within the sprawling confines of the Mage King's castle, an unaccustomed tranquility reigned. The usual echo of footsteps had dwindled, granting the regular inhabitants an unexpected day of respite. Strangely, no complaints floated about regarding this abrupt halt in routine – indeed, a rare and luxurious break that bestowed a momentary respite from the constant bustle.
A casual observer might underestimate the immense weight that came with the management of the Mage King's council, the meticulous oversight of financial intricacies, and the intricate navigation of the courtly labyrinth that those within the castle bore on their capable shoulders.
