William stood at the large window of his new mansion, watching the first light of dawn break over his territory. The contrast was stark—his domain, lush and thriving, stood as an oasis of life amidst the surrounding desolation. Beyond its borders lay a barren, apocalyptic wasteland: crumbling mountains, gnarled dead trees, and a blood-red sun casting eerie shadows over the ruins. Yet in the heart of this devastation, his land flourished, a symbol of his growing influence and control.
"This view never gets old," William murmured, a faint smile playing on his lips as he marveled at the resilience of his sanctuary. It was a reminder of the power he was accumulating in this world, a place where survival was hard-won, and authority was everything.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts.
"Come in," he called out, his voice calm.
