Jack followed Katrina through the grand corridors of the White Tiger Palace, his mind still processing everything she had told him. Twenty years alone in this world, ruling an empire, preparing for war… and now this?
She was guarding something.
Something important.
Something that she hadn't told anyone.
Jack could see it in her posture—the way her shoulders tensed slightly, the way her fingers flexed as if preparing for the weight of what she was about to show him.
What could be so important that even she, a Monarch, had to personally guard it?
They passed through several security checkpoints, each more fortified than the last. He noticed elaborate defensive structures, enchanted walls, and heavily armed guards stationed at every turn.
"This is no ordinary place," Jack muttered, analyzing the layered security measures. "You're hiding something extremely dangerous."