Protect the Royal Siblings

Two figures dashed hastily through the hallway.

"We're getting close. Be careful," Elora said, her voice tinged with urgency.

Art nodded, already aware of the situation. He could feel the intense mana emanating from up ahead—proof that the fight had begun.

‘Did we really have to come? I can tell the guards fighting the intruders are strong. They should be able to handle it,’ Art thought as they neared their destination. ‘Well, no harm in spectating a bit of action.’

Moments later, they arrived, slightly out of breath from the constant running. But the scene before them was not what they expected.

Blood pooled across the floor, bodies scattered like discarded dolls. At the center of the carnage stood a lone woman.

Not far from her was a man, his face twisted in disbelief.