True Intentions

"You should have brought more with you, Kael'thus…" Queen Elarya's voice rang out from the swirling chaos, calm but sharp as a blade.

The smoke parted with the gusting wind generated by her surging aura. five cloaked figures stood facing her from a distance. The force of her presence alone was enough to whip their hoods back, revealing the faces of the invaders.

Kael'thus stepped forward, his expression both familiar and foreign. "Sister, each of these warriors is handpicked by Lord Thugnaka himself. The Dark Fate needs no army. We alone are enough to bring down Runewood—and claim this sleeping treasure trove for ourselves."

Elarya's eyes narrowed. "I always thought you were the clever one. I never expected you to fall so far as to join that delusional cult."

Her own aura pulsed in return—calm, deadly, and elegant. The light that shimmered from her body seemed to warp the air itself. The forest held its breath.