Back to the Flameheart mansion, Han's voice cut through Yeoman's thoughts, snapping him back to reality.
"Yeoman, this is the most valuable picture in the Flameheart mansion. My ancestors painted this because of the prophecy of the legend." Han said, his voice laced with conviction, his eyes gleaming with triumph.
"This is a painting that contains the secrets of the ancient times, Yeoman," Han continued, his tone serious, "And it has the power to bring the hero and his princess back."
"How?" Yeoman asked, his throat constricted with emotion, his voice barely a whisper.
"We need to use the ancient bloodline magic," Han replied, his gaze locked on the painting, "A powerful magic that only few people in this world can use. It is the only way." Han continued, "And, I want you to help me bring them back," Han suddenly spoke, his tone filled with conviction.
