That night, in the main palace.
The family of six was gathered at one place as the youngest of the family told others about her encounter today.
"Lord....you really will be my death someday, Sophie." The one who spoke was the current head of the family and king of Drenovar—Idris.
The man had a long black beard, his pale green eyes gleaming with a sharp, calculating light. His jet-black hair cascaded past his shoulders, framing a face carved with experience. With his broad, imposing build, he exuded an aura of sheer dominance—one that demanded respect without a word.
Yet now, that fearsome presence was clouded by something rare—concern. His brows knit together, his jaw clenched slightly as he and the others took in the news of the youngest's reckless venture.
It wasn't the first time for Sophie to run away from the palace like this, using her Shard. However, the situation was critical at the moment, with the appearance of the Stain.