Devancier had wandered the lands of the afterlife for what felt like an eternity, searching, yearning, and hoping.
He had always believed that the love he shared with Alishiera was not bound by the constraints of time or death.
His heart, though heavy with loss, never ceased to long for her, and now, standing in the vast, ethereal plane, he finally felt the faint stirrings of her presence.
The afterlife was unlike any world he had known.
It was neither filled with light nor heavy with shadow, it was a place suspended in time, where the boundaries between life and death blurred.
Here, there were no kingdoms to govern, no battles to fight, no people to lead.
It was a realm of pure existence, where souls found peace, or perhaps, where they waited for a new purpose to be born.
Devancier had never stopped searching for her.
