A Race Against Time

Evelyne didn't waste a second. As soon as Azrael gave her the deadline, she turned on her heel and hurried down the corridors of the fortress, her mind racing. She needed to contact Solmere—needed to know the truth before war became inevitable.

Lyria caught up to her within moments, her violet eyes sharp with concern. "You have a plan?"

"Not yet," Evelyne admitted. "But I need to get a message to my father."

Lyria hesitated before nodding. "There's a way."

Evelyne stopped, gripping Lyria's arm. "How?"

"The Underworld has many secrets, Princess. Some of them... are ancient." Lyria glanced around, then lowered her voice. "There's an artifact—an enchanted mirror deep within the fortress. It's rarely used, but it allows communication between realms. If your father is alive and willing to listen, it might be your only chance."

Hope flared in Evelyne's chest. "Take me to it."