In the dark light of a secluded chamber, tucked away in the ancient caverns beneath the Draconis Kingdom, shadows danced along stone walls etched with dark magic.
Flickering torches illuminated the narrow, winding path that Lysandra walked, her steps echoing softly as she moved with regal, calculated grace.
Her silvery-lavender hair flowed like a river of twilight down her back, casting a shimmering contrast against the dark crimson of her gown, which hugged her curvaceous figure with an elegance as menacing as it was alluring.
Behind her trailed Rhygar, his gaze fixed on her with a fervor that would send chills down the spine of any other woman, but she paid him no heed, her focus entirely on the gathering ahead.
She had no choice but to entertain his presence since he was the one who acted as the middleman to bring over all these leaders to this place without making Drakar suspicious while hiding her involvement.
