Unknown’s POV

Somewhere in the Kingdom of Lunaria

The call had ended five minutes ago, and King Cyrus still hadn't moved from his position by the window. His hand gripped the phone so tightly the plastic creaked, his knuckles white against the dark device.

Outside, the Lunarian capital sprawled beneath him—clean streets, orderly buildings, the quiet hum of a kingdom that ran like clockwork. Human ingenuity. Human precision. Everything Veridian was not.

"I'm not coming home, ...