Deep within the ruins of Aradon's fortress, the monsters waited.
Buried beneath the earth, locked away by his final command, they slumbered in the shadows. But something stirred them.
A pulse.
A presence.
A whisper.
Selene Noctara had bound them to her will. But as she stood upon the blackened stone, watching the earth tremble beneath her feet, she realized the truth:
They had never truly belonged to her.
They had always been his.
Aradon had commanded them, shaped them, made them his weapons. But even in his absence, even as she tried to wield his power—they did not forget.
They still awaited his return.
And that meant only one thing.
His story was not over.