Chapter 235: THE KING OF STEEL NUMBER 04.
Beyond the world of Ternion, where life still clung to the promise of balance and abundance, there existed a realm plunged into eternal desolation.
The horizon stretched endlessly, an ocean of scorched sand shimmering beneath a relentless, unforgiving sun. No green graced this land—no trees, no grass, not even the faintest refuge from the oppressive heat. The air hung heavy with despair, and the wind carried only the hollow sighs of a dying world.
In the far distance, beyond dunes sculpted by merciless gales, a palace stood—a solitary monument of splendor buried in a sea of ruin. Its spires pierced the blood-red sky, jagged and yearning, like desperate prayers cast toward an absent god. Once vibrant with color, its walls were now dulled and weathered, worn by time and endless sandstorms. It was a relic of a bygone era, a defiant symbol of survival that had begun to fade.