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The giant exit door of the castle swung open wildly, creaking loudly as Erick strode out, his presence exuding a sense of power and danger. Four imposing guards flanked him, their stoic expressions mirroring their loyalty to the king. Sylvian, his trusted advisor, followed two steps behind, always ready to offer counsel or act upon the king's orders.

As Erick stepped out into the open, the cool breeze rustled his dark cloak, adding to his enigmatic aura. He looked around, his piercing gaze surveying the surroundings, as if asserting his dominance over the land he ruled.

As Erick walked away from the castle, his mind was conflicted. Despite his usual stern demeanor and commanding presence, a subtle sense of unease lingered within him. He found himself glancing back at the castle, where Cynthia remained, her presence still vivid in his thoughts.

The idea of leaving her alone in the castle filled him with an uncharacteristic worry. Uncertainty crept into his heart as he questioned the