Late at night, Nightfall City was plunged into complete silence. Sylvia nestled deep within her soft blankets, sleeping soundly. Her silver-white hair sprawled across the silk pillow, her breathing light…
Solaria Plains, outside the City of Dawn. Countless banners fluttered across the rolling hills. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were conducting their final assembly. The clang of steel echoed incessantly,…
City of Dawn. Cathedral of Light. Beneath the dome, the air was suffocatingly heavy. Pope Uther VII sat upon the High Throne. His fingers lightly tapped the armrest. Below him…
Silent Royal Court, Intelligence Hall. A blood-red magic crystal floated in midair, emitting an eerie glow. “Your Majesty, there’s activity on the human side.” Duke Cassian Valerius knelt on one…
“You disturbed my sister.” The voice was soft, almost drifting. Yet, it froze the entire arena’s clamor in an instant. “She seems… unhappy.” Avira’s gaze slid away from Sylvia’s pale,…
“Have you heard? They’re fighting over whose poem is better.” “Victor and Philip are going to duel in the Arena!” “Are they crazy? Just over a lousy poem?” “Lousy poem?…
“Bang!” The doors to the bedchamber were violently kicked open. Avira’s excited, twisted face appeared inside. Her crimson eyes gleamed with the light of a predator. “Sis! Are you awake?”…
Bruch Castle, the chieftain’s private study. The figure of Prince Reginald Bruch. The flickering soul flames in the fireplace cast stiff shadows on the walls. Too much time had passed.…
That afternoon tea, mingled with sweets and blood, became a nightmare Sylvia couldn’t shake. For several days, she remained listless and dispirited. Whenever she closed her eyes, Avira’s innocent yet…
Avira’s hand grasped Sylvia’s. The cold crossbow was forcibly raised by an irresistible force. The arrowhead precisely aimed at the prisoner below in the courtyard, who was wailing. Sylvia’s hand…
Seyran