Flashback to before the warehouse was burned, in the grand halls of the Palace of the Kingdom of Nadezhda, King Nero sat upon his throne, the weight of his problems is evident in his expression. The king's thoughts were deep, contemplating the plans he had laid out and the tensions he got after knowing his nemesis was back, or to be more precise he was born again.
To add up to his troubles he also needs to control the strange rumors that had been swirling around his kingdom.
As he continued thinking of ways to solve his problems one by one, he felt strangely unsettled. A subtle disturbance suddenly pulsed in the air, a ripple through the fabric of space as if a powerful authority had been exercised nearby.
Nero was sharp, as his instincts immediately sensed it—something was wrong.
His eyes narrowed as he stood up and glanced out the massive windows, where the city capital stretched out beneath him. Indeed it was there he just sensed it.
