Deep within an uncharted land, far beyond the reach of humans
There lay a kingdom
A land of warriors.
A land of strength.
A land untouched by human conflicts.
Inside the grand palace of the Amazarak, the ruling tribe of fierce, battle-hardened women—
A stunning, powerful queen lounged on her throne.
Her long, toned legs crossed elegantly, golden ornaments adorning her tanned skin.
Her piercing eyes gleamed with curiosity as she rested her cheek against her knuckles.
"How is the human?"
Her voice was smooth, yet commanding.
The female warrior kneeling before her lowered her head in respect.
"He is weak, but will recover."
The queen narrowed her eyes, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her throne.
"Any information about him?"
The warrior shook her head.
"No, Your Highness."
The queen let out a soft hum, her lips curling into a sly smile.
A human, washed up in her land?
This was rare.
And rare things… always had value.
She knew one thing for certain—
