Alex stood tall on Nyxara's back, his golden hair swaying gently in the lingering currents of unstable mana. The estate below remained drenched in chaos—shouts, groans, the movement of soldiers and bots trying to stabilize the wounded. And yet, none of it touched him as he waited for one of the few people who caused him everything.
Then he arrived.
He stood like a manifestation of the earth, a formidable presence imbued with a raw, untamed strength that seemed to simmer beneath the surface, yearning for the moment it could be set free. His solid frame exuded a weighty power, as if he carried the very essence of the ground beneath him, embodying a force that was both protective and awe-inspiring, ready to awaken at any instant.
Khepri, the Sovereign of Earth, had arrived.
The moment their eyes met, one would have expected Alex's face to twist with rage, to ignite with hatred—some flicker of vengeance.
But instead…
There was nothing.
