The royal guards approached, seizing her and forcefully escorting her to the dungeon. Sera's gaze fixated on the floor, disbelief washing over her as she tried to come to terms with the unfolding events.
Thrown into a dimly lit cell, she huddled in a corner, consumed by sobs. She knew all too well that they would eventually throw her through a portal leading to Exiloria a desolate island reserved for the empire's most wretched criminals.
Lost in despair, an unexpected occurrence disrupted her misery. A radiant light filled the cell, revealing the presence of an older woman.
Despite the blurry image, Sera could make out the figure of a woman. Her hair was white, and her vibrant violet eyes were locked onto her.
In a soothing voice, the woman addressed her, "Child, I deeply regret your plight. While I am unable to directly intervene due to the constraints of certain rules, soon my champion will arrive in this world. Aylla, I need you to help him."
