[Flashback] [Isaac Crawford] [2]

"N-No, Milord," the man stuttered. "We have information that one of Charentra's leaders is there." He hesitated before adding, "She goes by the name of Nimue."

"Nimue?" Emperor Haran Izhantra repeated, his brows knitting together. "Isn't she one of those sorceresses?"

"She is," a man spoke up almost admiringly. "And the best among them."

The speaker was a tall, dark-haired man with striking green eyes. Though in his late thirties, time had been generous to him, his features still as sharp as his mind. He was Salazar, a man who had served the previous Emperor as one of his closest advisors. He had entered the court at a young age, climbing the ranks not through blood but through sheer intelligence and an unnerving sense of calm. His father, a high noble, had died in the same ambush that had claimed the Emperor's life. Since then, both he and Isaac Crawford had become the most influential voices in Haran's court.