Chapter 124 : The Queen of Anarnia
As the figure drew closer, Axton's eyes widened. His heart gave a sudden, uneasy jolt.
'That face…?'
There was something hauntingly familiar about her.
The woman before him wore a flowing robe of radiant white that seemed to gleam faintly in the light. Her presence was divine, her steps graceful and slow, but her expression carried an unmistakable sadness. She looked like an angel from an ancient story, yet her sorrow seemed to weigh down the air around her.
And then, as if confirming the strange familiarity, she spoke.
"I am Queen Lamia," she said softly. Her voice was calm but filled with a deep melancholy. "Queen of the Anarnian Empire and Great Priestess of the Holy Light Cathedral."
Axton's mind snapped.
'Lamia!?'
That name struck him like lightning. He knew that name.
He had seen that face before—only, the last time he saw it, her eyes had been eerie, her skin pitch black, and her skeletal grin had dripped with malice.
