King Wilhelm;
I watch my sons disappear into the darkness surrounding that structure.
Koda is the first to move.
His sword is already in his hand, his shoulders tense, and every step carrying the kind of determination I have seen countless times before.
Zephan follows beside him. Neither of them looks back.
They don't need to. They know what they have to do. They know who is waiting for them inside that building.
Elián.
My son's husband…My family. And somewhere inside that darkness is my granddaughter too.
I remain still for a moment, watching the guards spread around the ancient structure.
The air feels wrong.
Even from here, I can feel the residue of the Black Sect's magic lingering around the place. It clings to the trees. To the earth. To the very air we breathe.
Selthía stands nearby, her ward still glowing faintly around Koda and Zephan before they disappear completely from my sight.
