With the city secured, Sorin wastes no time. She leads her forces toward the city lord's mansion, the last stronghold of authority in Delon.
The grand structure stands at the heart of the ruined city, its once-pristine white stone now stained with soot and blood. The gates hang open, abandoned. Whatever resistance was stationed here has already scattered or surrendered.
But as Sorin steps inside, her sharp eyes scan the dimly lit hall—and immediately, she freezes.
Alix is already there.
He stands in the center of the grand chamber, his posture relaxed yet commanding. At his side looms a massive lycanthrope, eyes gleaming with predatory sharpness.
Sorin stops in her tracks, her eyes flickering with momentary surprise before she quickly composes herself. She places a fist over her heart and bows slightly. "Your Majesty, you're here."