The morning sun filtered weakly through the heavy curtains of the Empress's chamber, casting long, somber shadows over the intricate tapestries that told tales of the kingdom's glorious past. Seraphina sat at the edge of her velvet-draped bed, her fingers tracing the delicate embroidery of her gown, but her mind was far from the luxury surrounding her. The words Lucien had delivered the night before echoed relentlessly in her head—the Divine Beast was restless, its power surging unpredictably near the kingdom's eastern border.
Kaelen stood silently by the window, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon, where the dense forests stretched like an ocean of emerald. "The beast is no ordinary creature," he said softly. "It is a guardian, an ancient force bound to the balance of light and darkness in this land. When disturbed, it can bring destruction or salvation. Evelyne and her followers seek to control it. That much is certain."
Seraphina rose, determination hardening her features. "Then we must reach it first. If they manipulate the beast, they will wield power that could crush any resistance."
Lucien stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "The journey will be perilous, my Empress. The forests are treacherous, filled with creatures corrupted by dark magic. But we will face them together."
Plans were made swiftly. Seraphina's closest guards gathered, their loyalty unwavering. Kaelen revealed ancient relics—charms etched with runes that shimmered faintly with protective magic. The Empress herself packed a small satchel, including a silver dagger inherited from her mother and a locket containing a hidden fragment of white light—a piece of the power she barely understood.
As the small convoy prepared to leave the palace grounds, a heavy stillness fell over the city. Whispers among the nobles spoke of omens—ravens flying in unnatural patterns, markets closing early, and shadows moving where none should be.
Seraphina mounted her black steed, eyes scanning the horizon once more. Beside her, Kaelen adjusted his cloak, the jagged scar on his neck catching the sunlight. Lucien and the knights followed in formation, silent but alert.
The journey into the eastern wilds began.
Hours turned to days. The deeper they ventured, the more the air thickened with an unnatural chill. Twisted trees clawed at the sky, their leaves blackened and brittle. Strange howls echoed through the night, and fleeting glimpses of glowing eyes watched them from the darkness.
One evening, as the group made camp near a mist-covered lake, Seraphina sat beside the fire, the flickering flames casting a warm glow on her pale face. Kaelen approached quietly, sitting across from her.
"There is more to this beast than even I realized," he murmured. "Legend says it is bound by a sacred oath to the royal bloodline, but only if the true heir commands it. If Evelyne has corrupted that bond, the consequences will be catastrophic."
Seraphina clenched her fists. "Then I must prove myself worthy."
Kaelen's eyes softened. "You already are."
Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath them, a low rumble rising from the depths of the earth. The campfire flickered wildly as a deep, guttural roar shattered the silence.
From the mist emerged a colossal silhouette—towering, majestic, and terrifying—the Divine Beast itself.
Its eyes, blazing like molten gold, locked onto Seraphina. Time seemed to slow as she stood, stepping forward with arms raised, whispering an ancient chant she had once only read about.
The beast growled again, but this time, there was hesitation—a recognition.
As the night deepened, the fragile thread between destruction and salvation hung in the balance, and Seraphina realized this was only the beginning of a war not just for a kingdom, but for the very soul of the world.
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