Nwadimma clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She had no desire to wrest power from her brother; such ambitions had never been hers. But his descent into fear-driven irrationality left her with no alternative. If the kingdom was to endure, it needed a leader who valued the lives of its people above personal glory. She would not oppose him outright—not yet. Instead, she would tread a cautious path, quietly building her influence and steering the court toward a more prudent course of action..
Zephyr who has left the human kingdom was now in the sky with his hand to his ear where a small magic circle can be seen, he was in contact with Terra.
"So, brother, have you found those responsible?" Terra's tone was unexpected—calm, almost gentle, devoid of the anger Zephyr had anticipated.
