A girl with white hair and ruby red eyes walked through the forest alone.
She had a single horn emerging out of her head.
Her beautiful face was filled with annoyance.
She was Aemirya Vael'Zyre.
The descendant of the current dragon queen.
She had been wandering through this dungeon for a week now.
The monsters here were tougher than normal.
But for her. Even with her suppressed strength, she didn't suffer much.
Just then—
She noticed the surrounding change.
The air felt wrong.
Not poisoned.
Not cursed. But… stretched.
She stopped mid-step.
Her hands gently brushed the bark of a half-charred tree as her crimson eyes narrowed.
She'd been walking through this part of the forest before.
The same trees.
The same air.
The same faint scent of mana bleeding into the earth.
And yet—
Something was off.
There was no spatial shift. No dramatic swirl of dimensional portals like the ones she'd crossed before.
But the pressure wasn't the same as it had been moments ago.
