Isolde continued to navigate the dimly lit hallway, passing numerous closed doors, and eventually came to a frustrated halt. She placed her hands on her forehead, perplexed by her current predicament. 'I have no idea where I'm going. Why is the Palace so confusing?' she pondered to herself. Just as she was about to turn back, a familiar presence caught her attention – it was Azrael.
Her shadow then whispered, "Mistress, he has been following you for a while now. Should I get rid of him?"
Despite her irritation at Azrael's presence, Isolde had no immediate plans to eliminate him. Her primary objective at the moment was to find a way out of this perplexing palace. 'No, don't do anything,' she instructed her shadow.
The shadow obediently replied, "Very well."
Isolde glanced back over her shoulder, but Azrael was nowhere to be seen. She sighed in relief and turned her attention forward, only to be unexpectedly greeted by the presence of Crown Prince Nyx.
