Rachel stood in silence, her lips pressed together as Jessica's question lingered in the air. The truth weighed heavy in her chest. They hadn't come here by chance. This entire journey had been set in motion by a mission, one tied directly to her struggle for the elven throne.
It made sense. The mortal zone was vast, a sprawling world where the paths of different races rarely crossed unless deliberately guided. That was why most humans lived and died without ever knowing that elves, dwarves, or other ancient races still walked among them. Rachel knew this well. And it was exactly why she had come, urged by the words of an oracle who promised her that venturing here would play a key role in her rise to power.
