Royal Palace – Azreal's Room
A soft hum echoed through the chamber as glowing glyphs shimmered in the air above a floating panel. Hulk stood tall beside it, arms crossed, while Sarah tapped away at the runes, eyes narrowed.
"Lady Sarah," Hulk said, his voice low but concerned. "Did you find anything else?"
"Just a moment," she replied, her fingers dancing across the glowing surface. Lines of ancient code scrolled by faster and faster, until—
Ding.
The panel pulsed.
Deciphered.
"I've got something," Sarah said, straightening. Her voice turned grim. "It's about Val'Karas."
"That's great! What did you get?" Hulk stepped closer, eager.
Sarah was silent for a beat. The panel floated higher, casting a red glow over her face.
"We've been tricked."
Hulk blinked. "What do you mean?"
"We have to get Lord Azreal back. Now."
"You know he went to get Lady Aria."
"Exactly," Sarah muttered. "And that's the problem. I had a bad feeling about that girl."
