Zara stood before the doors that led to the throne chamber for some time, her chest rising and falling.
Her expression was unreadable, but her eyes flickered with a myriad of emotions—happiness, longing, and hesitation.
She seemed to be fighting an inner battle within herself, unsure whether to open the doors or not. Nox, in his invisible form, was growing slightly impatient—after all, for every second his Phantom Cloak was activated, 5 mana points were deducted.
It might have seemed like a small amount, but gradually, it accumulated. Furthermore, Nox still didn't know his standing in this kingdom, and it was always smart to have enough mana at his disposal.
At that moment, Zara's chest stopped rising. A determined gleam shone in her icy blue eyes, and with a firm resolve, she brought her hand forward and pushed the door open.
