"What happened, Amael?" Victor asked as I increased my pace.
"Nothing..." I replied, my mind preoccupied with the resurgence of Nevia's mana.
Though Victor seemed skeptical, he refrained from pressing further.
The last time I sensed that unique presence was four months ago, filling me with a strange mix of nostalgia and apprehension. Deep down, I knew our paths would cross again, but the prospect filled me with a sense of dread.
It couldn't have been a hallucination, could it? I was certain—it was her mana.
Pushing aside my internal thoughts, I quickened my pace once more, tuning out the chaos and screams surrounding us as we entered the beleaguered palace.
It was quite a sight to witness the seat of the King, the symbol of Dolphis Capital's power, so thoroughly breached. Smoke billowed, flames licked at the crumbling structure, and the sounds of conflict echoed from every corner.
