Henry III began his ascent up the stone steps of the Orlando fortress, his steps heavy with the weight of his thoughts. His mind was a whirlwind of worry. Amid the chaos of the war with the Pamir Empire, he now had to clean up the mess his own child had created. The burden was almost unbearable.
The queen had pleaded with him, weeping, to save their daughter, Princess Elise. But the reality Henry faced was harsh and unyielding. When he heard of Elise succumbing to the temptations of an otherworldly force and spiraling toward ruin, he felt as though the air had been knocked from his lungs.
Already worn down by the war, this revelation struck him like another fatal blow.
The corridors of the fortress were dim and somber. Flickering torches cast shadows that danced across the stone walls, adding to the oppressive atmosphere. The sound of Henry III's heavy footsteps echoed through the long hallway.