An hour ago, Sylvandrial Dominion;
In front of the altar located deep inside the forest, the Princess was seen sitting in the middle of a circle that resembled the pupil of an eye. She had her palms on her knees but facing the sky.
With a glowing dagger in her hands, the High Priestess crouched before her and said, "Your Highness, if you are not up for it, then, you don't need to do this. It's not worth risking your life."
The High Priestess' expression was quite grave as if she doesn't approve of this arrangement but is helpless about it.
However, the Elven Princess appeared to be quite determined. She replied in a firm tone, "No, as the only living royalty, it is my responsibility to do this. If I could reduce the burden on your soul in this ritual, I would gladly risk my life. Do it now."
