The Half-Elf Palace.
The killing continued.
The palace had turned into a sea of blood and fire, the sounds of fighting and screams blending into a nightmarish cacophony. It was chaos incarnate.
Yet, the side hall where Luis had been staying was eerily quiet.
Under the pale glow of the moonlight, a tall and thin figure appeared outside the side hall, his footsteps breaking the silence.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Drawn by the sound, a small head cautiously peeked out from a dark corner. It was Vera.
Clutching the staff in her hands, she stared at the approaching figure, her eyes wary. Only after the moonlight revealed his face did she step out of hiding.
She asked softly, "Excuse me, Boss. Is Asmon safe?"
Luis nodded, his tone calm and reassuring. "Yes, he's safe. Let's go meet Queen Elsa. You'll stay with her—he'll return there."
Vera nodded obediently and followed Luis.
