Clank... Clank...
The familiar old woman slowly made her way toward the Queen of Lysandria.
She was dressed in the same cloak despite the bitter cold. Most could only wonder how she managed to arrive at the castle given the heaps of falling snow outside.
Clank... Clank...
"I greet her royal highness, Queen Thornehart, fifth ruler of Lysandria."
The throne room went dead silent, and for some reason, Valeria felt the temperature drop.
Her teeth chattered quietly as she struggled to put together words to respond to the Oracle.
Clank...
The Oracle leveraged her steel pipe and forced her hunched over frame to stand upright.
"You have done well to endure the wrath of the gods..."
"In their boundless grace they offer you another chance to curry their favor. "
The Oracle pointed her grime filled nail at Valeria, vapor escaping her shriveled lips with ever word she uttered.
