The Absolute Monarch sat on the rim of the training arena, his gaze fixed on the two young warriors battling below. The twins moved like lions, their strikes fierce, their footwork sharp. Their raw aggression was a far cry from their last public appearance.
A year ago, they had been different. Their transformation began the moment they witnessed his death.
The Monarch had long underestimated the boy's influence on his grandchildren. That single event—the fall of Nioh during the Narnia Conquest—had done something to them. It had hardened them, sharpened their resolve in ways even he hadn't anticipated.
The Glev main line had since remained hidden, trained in secret within a Cradle Zone controlled by the Monarch himself. But the twins' sudden evolution forced him to reevaluate the future of his fiefdom.
Because if Nioh had lived… if he had nefarious intentions…
Then one day, this entire empire could have been his.
