Dragonweaver Castle
"Please… this way, madam."
The woman speaking wore a strict, crimson-red uniform, the Dragonweaver crest embroidered proudly over her chest. She extended her arm in a practiced, respectful gesture, her posture flawless despite the urgency in her movements. She led the way at a hurried pace through the castle corridors, her steps sharp, controlled yet the faint sheen of sweat on her forehead betrayed her true state of mind.
Why has this psychopath come here…?
The thought screamed in the guard's head as she dared a glance over her shoulder. Nova Virelan followed behind her in absolute silence, her expression unreadable, her presence suffocating. There was no visible hostility, no overt killing intent but that, somehow, made it worse.
