Third Person's POV
Her porcelain skin glowed faintly in the dim light, her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her delicate features held an innocent, almost mischievous charm.
Yet if anyone had dared to look into her eyes, they would have frozen in place as within those crimson pupils lay the weight of centuries, that is, the wisdom, authority, and a chilling, ancient depth that no child should possess.
This was the Little Duchess, the true, unseen ruler of the Abyssal Sanctum.
From her vantage point, she overlooked the scene of devastation that had covered half of the castle in the distance.
Luckily for Solomon, her tower was in the southern end of the black castle, so she hadn't been disturbed at all by the massive fight.
The towering white obelisk still stood in the ruined square, its surface cracked yet unbroken as it radiated a faint, oppressive glow.
Seeing the scene, a faint, pleased smile curled onto her lips.
