Astra's tempestuous arrival had just begun to settle down as the kingdom regained its poise, but the atmosphere was still tense. The people moved quietly, all throwing nervous glances at the towering figure of the True God, who stood in the great hall of the castle that now felt too small to hold her energy. Arthur stood beside her, his face impassive, unreadable, his eyes listening to the modulated tones of her voice, firm with determination, yet edged with subtle doubt.
So, why am I here?" Astra's words hung in the air, her eyes narrowing as she fixed them on Arthur. The hall seemed to shrink as her presence grew more intense, the subtle thrum of power making the stones beneath their feet shudder. "Is there something I am meant to do?
Arthur shifted, eyes cast down to where his hands were clasped together. "Yes, you know how you have been roaming around the kingdom, proving yourself the strongest. But there's more to it. You'll have to go against Umbra himself.