The red haze cluttering the sky dispersed, replaced by the dark-blue clouds of a standard spring night.
In the royal palace, Cassandra and Vel'Asha stared into the distance, both looking in the direction of the Astalon domain.
"It's over." As all the memories and events related to the crown prince vanished from her mind, the Queen Mother whispered, aware that somehow, Cassandra's group had managed to derail her plans.
Because of a boy she'd yet to meet face to face, centuries of planning had gone up in flames.
Vel'Asha's fists trembled in frustration, her nails digging through her flesh as she lowered her head and gasped with a deflated look.
"You should kill me while you still have the chance to. You won't get another opportunity." Still unable to move due to the internal damages she'd suffered from the Red God's divine flames, the Queen Mother said, facing Cassandra with provocative eyes.
