"So, can you tell me what's going on now?" Ben asked, eyes fixed on the man seated across from him.
They were inside a sealed, moving carriage, its interior dim, silent except for the soft hum of magic beneath their feet. Ben had tried asking earlier, but the Nephirid escort insisted they leave immediately if he truly wanted to help.
"Honestly," the man replied, "I don't know much detail. What I can tell you is this, the civil war just ended. Things are still a mess. And the one who wants to meet you… isn't Prince Zeratul."
"Not Zeratul?" Ben's brows furrowed. "Then who? Something happen to him?"
The man's gaze sharpened. He fell silent for a beat, then finally answered, "You'll find out soon enough. The one requesting your presence… is the Queen."
'The Queen?' Ben's thoughts whirled. 'Is this connected to the civil war?'
