After shattering the gates, a solemn expression crossed Freya's face as she stepped inside the imperial castle. No enemy awaited her. No ambush lay in wait—just an empty, vast hall that stretched before her like a silent sentinel.
Her eyes narrowed, scanning the area with sharp precision. The viking princess would have preferred facing hundreds of enemies rather than this eerie silence. The lack of opposition made her uneasy, as she understood that hidden dangers likely awaited her.
She glanced at the four Bloodline Soldiers accompanying her. Each one gave a firm nod in response, sensing the danger. They raised their guards, hands resting on their weapons, energy primed and ready, prepared for anything.
