Aegis sat alone in the royal garden, his brow furrowed in deep thought. The garden, usually a place of tranquility and beauty, now felt oppressive, its vibrant flowers and lush greenery doing little to soothe his troubled mind. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow on the stone bench where he sat, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He had spent hours sketching out plans, scribbling furiously on parchment, only to discard each one as unworthy.
"Oberon," he muttered under his breath, frustration tightening his chest. "Where are you hiding?"
He threw the quill down and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. His thoughts raced, each idea colliding with the next, leaving him more agitated than before. No matter what strategy he devised, it seemed there was no clear path to finding and eliminating Oberon. His enemies were slipping through his fingers like sand, and with every passing day, his grip on power felt more precarious.
