The Amber Capital was entirely bathed in the warm, beautiful light of the afternoon sun. The streets were completely filled with the joyful sounds of citizens actively rebuilding their lives, entirely free from the suffocating terror of the dark acolytes. The massive allied garrison had successfully dismantled the heavily corrupted upper laboratories, burning the remaining necrotic instruments and fully purifying the stone halls.
However, deep beneath the beautiful, newly restored courtyards, two brilliant minds were still actively working in the absolute darkest depths of the palace.
Jules and Fox stood entirely alone within the completely ruined, absolutely silent space of the lowest dungeon. This was the exact room where Surya had been brutally chained and where Raven had completely detonated the primary necromantic console. The walls were heavily scorched black, and the thick glass conduits lay completely shattered across the filthy floor.
