High above the glowing skies of Baku, the eagle soared, its wings slicing through the night wind. Below, Ana and Ryzin tilted their heads up, eyes fixed on the creature as it circled. Ana's brows narrowed in curiosity.
"What are you planning, Aazin?" she asked, her voice sharp yet intrigued.
Aazin only smirked, his tone calm and dangerous. "Wait… and watch."
The eagle's path turned toward the Royal Palace, where laughter echoed across the high balcony. Inside, two old friends stood together—Ravi and King Velmore, their reunion warming the halls of stone and firelight.
Ravi grinned, rolling his shoulder as if remembering a past life. "We'll do swordfight again… just like the old days."
Velmore's heavy crown shifted as he laughed. "Sure. I was about to ask you the same."
