In the cold, dimly lit dungeons beneath the royal palace, Queen Eleysa's footsteps echoed off the stone walls like distant war drums.
The guards at the heavy iron door straightened as she approached but didn't dare speak.
They knew better than to question the queen's movements—especially when her eyes gleamed with frustration barely held in check.
With a wave of her hand, the door creaked open, and the queen stepped inside.
Her twin sister, Gorgon, sat chained against the far wall, her once-luxurious hair tangled, her pale skin marked with faint scars.
Despite her ragged appearance, Gorgon's eyes glinted with something wild—something dangerous.
Eleysa folded her arms.
"You must have felt it too."
Gorgon's lips curled into a smirk.
"You'll have to be more specific, dear sister. I feel many things. Despair, boredom... oh, and the urge to throttle you."
Eleysa's eyes narrowed.
"The outsider. The one who passed through the holy veil. Who is he?"
