Amidst the green leaves and towering trees, three barely acquainted individuals met once again, but this time, their positions of power had been completely reversed.
Though their previous encounter had been fleeting, lasting only a few minutes, it remained vivid in their minds. Ethan—now known as Rebel Emperor—had left an extraordinary impression.
"We surrender, your—" The Elf King began, bowing his head in submission, only for his words to be interrupted by Ilyana's unexpected remark.
"You're Ethan, right?" Ilyana asked, her gaze fixed on Aengus's calm, calculating, yet undeniably handsome face. Despite the transformation, there was still a resemblance to the boy she had once known. His eyes, cheekbones, and fleetingly innocent expression remained unmistakably familiar.
"What are you saying, Ilyana? Mind your manners," the Elf King whispered to his daughter, his voice tense.
Why was his usually intelligent and rational daughter acting like this?
