Chains bound Travis and Mugo to twin obsidian pillars within the heart of the war chamber. Cold, heavy, and enchanted—they weighed down more than their limbs. Yet, their eyes burned with quiet defiance.
Before them stood four towering men—Great War Generals, each a powerhouse of the Divine Core Realm, clad in regalia marked with the scars of countless campaigns. But even their commanding presence was overshadowed by the woman standing at the head of the long, stone table.
Princess Zerina.
Crowned not by a tiara, but by storms. Her armor, forged from sun-gold and stormsilver, shimmered beneath the torchlight. Her flowing auburn hair danced with tendrils of lightning, and twin silver wings—ornamental yet imposing—arched behind her like a celestial war maiden.
