Castan sat upon his throne, eyes closed, head resting lightly against his hand. Golden hair flowed over his shoulders, glowing softly in the dim light.
He appeared calm—serene, almost unbothered.
But that was a lie.
A carefully crafted illusion.
This was his daily routine—stillness masking the storm beneath.
His people were imprisoned, trapped in a forbidden land by the will of one man.
And Castan remembered that day clearly.
The day they made a grave mistake.
They had crossed someone they should never have challenged.
A man who stood above all Beast Tamers.
The memory burned in his mind—his father's duel with that man. A battle that ended in their downfall, and the curse that sealed their fate.
'If she's here… then he must be here too. Even the panel reacted. If he's returned—for whatever reason—then he must set my people free.'
Castan's fingers curled into a tight fist.
'I've waited for this. I've prepared for it. I'll kill him… just as he killed my father.'
