As Zale and Matsya stepped into the grand hall of the royal museum, the sight that unfolded before them was a battleground of chaos and desperation. The air crackled with the clash of swords and the echoes of spells, mingling with the anguished cries of both humans and monsters alike. The once-pristine hall now bore the scars of conflict, with shattered artifacts and smoldering debris littering the floor.
Amidst the mayhem, their eyes were drawn to the figure at the center of it all—
"Llyod Frontera!"
His once-handsome face was now contorted with exhaustion and determination, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. The young Archmage stood like a beacon of power amidst the chaos, his presence undeniable.
'8 star at the age of 27?'