Chapter 375 The Return Of The Exiled

• Ariella and Kaelen stood together in the ruins of what was once Elandor's magnificent capital. Their hands were clasped tightly, the weight of their shared responsibility heavy on their hearts. What had once been a land of peace, prosperity, and unity had now become a fractured shell of its former glory. The devastation was overwhelming, and yet, within them burned a renewed sense of purpose. They had returned not just as rulers or warriors, but as symbols of hope—hope that had all but been extinguished in the wake of Daemon’s betrayal.
• “We need to find the resistance,” Kaelen said, his voice filled with determination. “But we need to be careful. Daemon won’t take kindly to us showing up, especially not after what happened.”
• Ariella nodded, her eyes scanning the streets, her heart heavy with grief for the fallen kingdom. "The people must be suffering. I can feel their pain… It’s all consuming. How did it come to this?"