She remembered the Trickster, the terrifying power of the demonic entity.
If the thing buried beneath the Ashen Forest was worse than that, if it had been sealed away by entire generations of Archdukes, then Kaelus and Leonidas were walking into a meat grinder.
Ice and Fire magics sure were powerful. But against ancient, strong demons that had peculiar magic powers, they might not be enough.
"I have to help them," Seraphina declared, her voice resolute.
She jumped off the tall bed, her bare feet hitting the obsidian floor with a soft thwap.
"My Lady! That is entirely unadvisable!" Bartholomew panicked, floating after her. "The forest is miles away! You are six years old! You cannot simply march out of the fortress! The guards will stop you!"
