In the heart of this golden domain, a black aura fluttered steadfastly, like the flame of a candle facing relentless winds. However, there was no sign that it would bow before that imperious grandeur.
All the plates and metal pieces of the robotic chimera trembled, and more fragile parts twisted instantly. Alm and Bruno radiated their presence, and the deep-seated hatred cultivated for thousands of years, but contrary to expectations, they were perfectly calm, attentively observing any movement from the elf.
The sacred sword was immaterial and ethereal, composed only of runes. Nevertheless, these runes directly emanated from the queen, and their power and hardness surpassed even the most resistant metal of the natural universe.
