[Princess Gwenyra's Palace]
[A few minutes ago]
Pope Donus's soft steps were entirely silent against the stone stairs that led them through a narrow pathway.
Just behind him, Alexander—the soon-to-be leader of their strongest knights—followed with sharp eyes.
The dark gray stone walls pressed in around them, making the already cramped stairway feel suffocating.
The knights trailing behind them moved with rigid precision, their senses razor-sharp.
Eventually, they arrived at a door that looked anything but a door.
There was no handle, no hinges—just dull, ancient runes carved into the stone.
Pope Donus stood outside the door, a bad feeling crept under his skin.
His breath echoed within the place, reminding them of the eerie silence.
The sheer pressure radiating from behind the door unsettled him.
Slowly, he turned to face his knights, his voice barely a whisper.
"I can't sense that girl." His gaze darkened. "She isn't here."
Alexander frowned. "What?"
