Linda nodded. "Oh, you're actually right."
Celia added, "Well, let's put that aside for now. We should be ready. It's time to show the Elven Village… to give them a glimpse of it, and… well, maybe to inspire them. I'm actually really sure you are a prince," Linda said, smiling.
Later that evening, Linda and Damian quietly returned, slipping through the Elven barrier and flying back toward the mansion. They landed softly at the window and knocked.
Nolan opened it.
"You're back," he said calmly.
Celia and Linda were already asleep inside.
"Tell me," Nolan said, his voice serious. "What's the situation?"
Damian stepped forward. "Master… it's worse than we thought. Much worse."
Nolan narrowed his eyes. "Go on."
"There are nearly fifty sealed beings," Damian continued. "All of them are ancient—primordial-level existences. If the seals break, they will awaken. And once they do… this world won't be able to handle it."
Nolan remained silent.
