In another memory, Seishan was sitting on her mother's throne.
She wore a regal red gown, leaning languidly against the throne's backrest. The vast hall was illuminated by the ghostly light of dancing flames, and in that light, her pale grey skin made her look like a corpse.
Her scarlet lips were moist, as if covered in fresh blood.
Now, finally, she had reclaimed her childhood home… just like her mother reclaimed it from the traitors who had usurped it once, all those years ago. The Jade Palace once again belonged to a descendant of Ravenheart, as it was meant to.
Two of her Blood Sisters were standing silently behind the throne. Below the throne, Beastmaster stood leisurely, making a report.
"...The Chained Isles are firmly in his hands, but his advance south is slowing down. The Black Mountains serve as a natural barrier, and every mountain pass there is now a battlefield. Here in the West, however, the situation is more difficult."
She sighed.
