The sun rose quietly over the Sunstone Empire, casting long shadows across the chaotic streets of the Midnight Dominion.
Pyris stood on the balcony of the hidden base, taking one last look at the city below. His eyes narrowed slightly as the realization dawned on him—this was not goodbye, only a brief departure. The empire was now under Ammit's control, a powerful ally he had left behind to steer the course in his absence.
Ammit stood next to him, her expression calm, her dark energy crackling faintly in the early light.
She, herself was more than capable of handling the empire's internal strife, and now with Pyris' influence solidified, she would act as the real power behind the throne, while the puppet king remained under his servitude.
"I suppose this is farewell for now," Ammit said, her voice low and measured. Her eyes gleamed with a dangerous ambition, tempered only by her loyalty to him.
