The royal palace echoed with Elystria's footsteps as she walked quickly through the corridors illuminated by mana crystals embedded in the ancient walls. Her steps, usually light and elegant, betrayed a certain impatience. Something within her already sensed the weight of the news she was about to receive.
Recent visions continued to haunt her mind - those fragments of the future where Mordred appeared sometimes as a hero, sometimes as a merciless destroyer. She could still see those terrifying images where he massacred her people, brandishing a bloodied sword amidst the bodies of fallen dragons. Yet, despite these ominous omens, she couldn't help but feel this inexplicable attraction toward this particular human. This contradiction had been tearing at her heart for weeks.
