He stood wreathed in darkness, a silent, leering specter at the edge of the cavern, waiting.
The Queen's cries filled the chamber, echoing like a chorus of breaking glass. Caspian—The Lunar King—stood tall before her, the shimmer of a defensive spell trembling at his fingertips, ready to strike.
But in his mind, there was only one question:
How?
How did he find this place?
How did he break through the seal—twelve sorcerers had etched it in blood and stone. No one should have been able to step past it.
No one.
And yet, he had.
A flicker of disbelief crossed Caspian's face.
That was when the demon smiled.
A slow, crooked curl of the lips, as if he had plucked the thought from the King's very mind.
The Lunar King's gaze swept across the chamber. His eyes fell first on Lady Lishu and Lady Lo, their still forms slumped against the stone floor.
