Alistair's face fell, and he hesitated before answering, his voice filled with regret. "...I'm sorry. We lost track of them long ago. If any remain, they've been lost to history."
"Hmph, unfortunate," Galathor muttered, his gaze briefly lingering on the throne before he turned away. "Then let's leave now."
The group made their way out of the throne room, Galathor leading the way. As they passed through the castle's grand hallways, the weight of the conversation still lingered, leaving a somber silence between them.
Once outside, the cool evening air greeted them. Alex glanced at Galathor, his hands tucked into his pockets, walking beside Goliath, who kept her eyes fixed ahead.
"Where to now?" Alex asked, breaking the silence.
Galathor looked up at the sky, his brow furrowing slightly. "I've seen enough of this world... for now. I have no kingdom to rule, no legacy to reclaim."
Goliath then glanced at him. "How about testing your power? We've got some little goblins outside."
