"What are you waiting for?!" the king roared, his voice echoing through the grand hall. His eyes blazed with fury as he directed his command at the elite knights surrounding Thorne and Noelle. These knights were not the ordinary guards stationed throughout the palace; they were the most efficient, the most dangerous, and each one was equipped with formidable abilities.
One knight summoned flames that danced and twisted around his hands, illuminating his hardened features with an eerie glow. Another conjured sharp, whirling blades of wind, their edges slicing through the air with deadly precision. Each knight prepared their abilities, ready to overwhelm Thorne and subdue him. It was a showcase of power, a stark reminder of the difference between the nations of Aspen and Vitra. In Aspen, individuals capable of wielding such abilities were rare and celebrated, but here in Vitra, the extraordinary was less rare.
