Revenge, Sweet Revenge…

As they approached the city, a cold silence surrounded them. 

The usual bustling and loud life was absent, replaced by a quiet wind that seemed to press in around them. 

The city felt deserted, as if it had expelled its last breath and now was just still, like a creepy ghost.

Karyan's eyes scanned everything as he surveyed the empty streets, his snske instincts were on high alert. 

"Keep your head down," he whispered to Reverie, "something is not right." 

"Got it."

They moved with silence, careful not to draw any unwanted attention, their footsteps felt quite against the cobblestone.

Reverie followed Karyan's lead, her eyes observed the shuttered windows and closed doors. 

The city's desolation was weird even to her, and she clutched her cloak tighter around her.

They made their way to the entertainment house, the once lively hub of the city now as quiet as a tomb. 

As they reached the entrance, a soft groan from Sin broke the silence. His eyes opened, his face twisted in pain and fear.

"Karyan," he gasped, whispering, "you've got to run. You can't face the king and his demon. It's suicide."

Karyan's jaw set, a hard line formed as he processed Sin's words. "No," he said firmly. "Running isn't an option for me."

"But you can't win!" Sin insisted, panic felt in his tone. "You don't understand the power they wield."

Karyan knelt beside Sin, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I understand more than you think. But I can't turn away, not when everything is at stake."

Reverie watched the exchange, her heart pounded in her chest. She knew the odds were against them, but she also knew Karyan's determination. 

He was a man who had seen too much to simply walk away.

Sin's expression softened, "Then I'll stand with you, to the end," he said, though his body betrayed his words, too weak to rise.

"No," Karyan replied, "You've done enough, Sin. Rest now, we'll handle this."m

"I'm sorry for failing to protect Nedeira, but his demon was just too-" 

"I understand," Karyan tapped on his shoulder. 

Sin nodded, closing his eyes again, "good luck, snake…"

Karyan stood, his eyes met with Reverie's. "Let's go," he quietly commanded.

Together, they finally entered the entertainment house, the darkness within seemed to swallow them whole. 

Their footsteps echoed in the vast emptiness, "weird." 

The silence was oppressive, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. 

Karyan and Reverie moved through the shadows, each step took them closer to an unseen enemy they knew was formidable beyond measure.

As they crept through the corridors, Karyan's hand twitched, ready for whatever lay ahead. Reverie's breath was steady, her mind focused on her bug. 

They reached the heart of the entertainment house, the main hall where the king would be. Karyan gave Reverie a nod, it was a silent signal of readiness.

With careful steps, they advanced, prepared, "let's go."

Karyan pushed the grand door open, stepping into the room with a quiet confidence.

 As he entered, candles flickered to life one by one, brightening the hall with a warm, golden glow. 

In the background, drums began to play in a rhythmic beat that seemed to come from nowhere, filling the space with loud music.

*dum* *dum* *dum* *dum* *dum*

There, suspended behind the throne, was Nedeira. 

She hung limply, her head shrouded in a dark black fog that writhed like the hands of a demon. 

And on the throne sat a person with short dark hair, his blue eyes faded and turned to an inky black, almost like those of a demon.

 He began to clap slowly in time with the strange music, his voice started booming through the hall.

"Well, the snake is alive after all. Did you come to witness the world's ending?" the king taunted with a twisted smirk.

Karyan, ignoring the king's provocations, removed his cap and simply smiled.

"What, after so many years, you have nothing to tell me? Come on, Karyan! Let's talk," the king urged, a mocking tone in his voice.

But Karyan remained silent, his eyes fixed on Nedeira, concern etched across his face as he saw the dark fog engulfing her.

"Snake, I'm talking to you," the king pressed, his patience seemed waning.

Karyan began to walk closer, step by measured step, focused on Nedeira.

"I order you—" the king started, but Karyan cut him off.

"You're a nobody to order me, sorcerer," Karyan dismissed the title the king had once held.

"Nadro!" the king shouted, and the demon manifested instantly before him, forming a barrier between Karyan and his goal.

Karyan whispered a single word, "Sera," and the snake's eyes sparkled with an inner light.

"You can't cross me," the king declared, challenging him.

"I'm afraid I can, and I will," Karyan laughed.

The king's face twisted into a snarl, his previous amusement was now replaced by anger. 

Nadro, the demon, bristled with a dark energy, ready to strike at the king's command.

But Karyan stood his ground, his eyes locked with the demon's. There was a stillness to him, a calm before the storm.

 He was a man who had faced the darkest corners of the world and emerged unbroken. This was his moment, the moment he seeked for so long.

Revenge. 

The air in the room grew tense, the drums beating faster now, as if sensing the impending confrontation. The candles flickered wildly, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls.

Karyan's hand rested on Sera, "sssshhh."

In that grand hall, under the watchful gaze of the candles and the echo of the drums, a timeless dance was about to begin. 

A dance of evil against evil, of a lone warrior who was ready to get his revenge and end everything quickly. 

"Did you cry when you died?" The king finally broke the short silence. 

"Yes," Karyan simply replied. 

"Please, cry again when I send you to your death bed."

"If you do, make sure I can't come back this time," Karyan's golden eyes shone with the light of the candle. 

"Let's start then."