The battle between Kaiser and Bert had ended, yet the remnants of their brutal clash still lingered like ghosts in the air—steel had screamed, shadows had danced, and the scent of scorched earth still curled in the wind. The echoes of their fight rippled through the alleys of Shallow Town, where silence now hung heavy, full with tension.
Shallow Town, once a peaceful harbor of traders and weary travelers, was now scarred by conflict. Blood painted the cobblestones, and broken lanterns flickered weakly, casting dim halos of light over the town square. The atmosphere was thick with fear and unease, as if the buildings themselves held their breath.
And there, in the heart of that tension, a new confrontation stirred—one no less significant, and perhaps even more decisive than the last. Two figures stood apart at the center of the road, their presence casting long shadows across the town's fate.
