Queen Ciena's sharp eyes narrowed as she entered her throne room. It had not been long since she returned to the island, but she never imagined that Allyce would've moved so fast.
A grim expression appeared on the queen's face as she sat on her throne. Her eyes scanned the members of Allyce's nest that had joined her. 'They've all made the conversion through their bloodline.' Ciena sighed as she glared at her daughter.
"What is the meaning of this, Allyce?"
Allyce stood from her kneeling position and gave her reply while holding her mother's gaze.
"Your Majesty," Allyce said as Ciena's eyebrows quivered. "I seek your help."
"What problem requires my help, child?" Ciena replied as she smoothed her dress.
"My candidate, Exile, is engaged in battle with Nar'Kozz the Devourer. The divine forces he has gathered for this battle may not be enough to put down this threat to both the divine and mortal realms."
