Palace

Elena's vision blurred, the world around her spinning, until suddenly, everything went black.

"Elena!" A chorus of frantic voices echoed in her ears, and the next thing she felt was the sensation of hands lifting her limp body. She could barely make out the concerned faces of those around her—Kiara, Lucius—panic written across their features. But everything felt distant, like she was sinking into a deep void.

"Get her to the palace's infirmary!" someone ordered urgently, but Elena's mind was already drifting far away.

When Elena opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the palace or the infirmary. The world around her was unfamiliar—dim, candle-lit, ancient. It was like stepping into another time, another era. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the weight of secrets, as if the walls themselves were alive with centuries of memories.