Alistair's gaze drifted into the distance as he pondered the situation. He couldn't help but feel there was more at stake than just the fate of Eveloria.
His fingers absently ruffled through his tousled hair, his mind racing with unspoken thoughts. "This isn't just about Eveloria, right?" he finally muttered to himself, voicing the suspicion that had been gnawing at him.
Sebastian, who stood in front of him, wore a serene smile, but it was not directed at Alistair; rather, it was in response to the breathtaking panorama outside their window. The sun, in its majestic descent, showered the city below with a cascade of golden rays, cloaking everything in a warm, enchanting orange glow.
