Seraphel didn't return to the kingdom because she was informed of Byung's new location. The goblin king had returned.
But Seraphel knew she wouldn't step somewhere so filthy herself. The very thought made her skin crawl. No. She had no intention of walking into that pit.
But there was one person who would be eager to prove herself.
The fallen elf. The one who had lost her power with Naz. Aelindra.
Seraphel's lips curved into a cold smile. The disgraced elf was still with Naz—still in position, still desperate to prove her worth. And Aelindra would be desperate—desperate to redeem herself, desperate to prove she hadn't truly fallen, desperate to show the elven kingdom that she still deserved her place among them.
This would be their way in.
Seraphel tracked them carefully. She followed the group with Naz and Aelindra, staying far enough behind that they wouldn't detect her presence. She moved through the forest like a shadow, her steps silent.
