Inside the VIP room, a discussion was underway.
Lysandra maintained her cold face while inside she was drowning. Helpless. Watching the same people she had to call allies carve out the fate of a girl she had sworn to protect.
The other heads filled the room. The Elf King. The Dragon Empire King, Seraphina's father
The Vampire King, Elira's father, silent and calculating. Sylvie. The Pope, hands clasped in practiced composure.
The Dark Mage Academy's cult leader. And the Martial Academy principal, leaned back like a man watching entertainment rather than deciding a life.
They had been discussing what came next. What to tell the public. What narrative would keep trust intact. How to spin the chaos into something they could all profit from.
Then the door opened.
Rather, it ceased to exist.
Both massive doors flew off their hinges and crashed inward. A knight guarding the entrance flew with them, his armored body slamming against the floor and skidding to a stop in the doorway.
