"Prince, please open your tunic. I need to purify you." Adela said.
Richard hesitated to hear her. Adela stood before Richard, her eyes gleaming with determination and a touch of mysticism. The air crackled with an intense energy, as if the very fabric of reality held its breath in anticipation. The room, adorned with ancient artifacts and symbols, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly presence.
"Richard," Adela spoke softly again, her voice carrying a weight of authority, "It is time for you to undergo the purification ritual. Take off your tunic, or you need my help." Adela cracked a naughty smile.
Richard's gaze flickered with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. He had always felt a latent force within him, an untapped well of potential waiting to be harnessed. Now, faced with the prospect of delving into the unknown, he hesitated. The tunic clung to his body, a familiar shield against the uncertainties of the world.
