Through a crack split open by tremors, a blood-colored aura seeped through. Crowned and clad in regal attire, the figure exuded an aura of absolute royalty—noble, aloof, and unattainable.
Her snow-white face bore not a single blemish; her dewy skin looked terrifyingly delicate, as if a touch might shatter it. Her beauty was breathtaking, filled with boundless allure.
"I can no longer sense the aura of the ancient kingdom. Has it truly perished?"
The woman's voice was cold as she spoke, her eyes and gestures devoid of emotion.
She had long sensed the kingdom's eventual fall. Even before the fall of the Kingdom of Finn, she had already felt it coming. The High Priest had also foreseen it in his prophecies.
So, she placed her hopes in the present and made countless arrangements for this day.
"Rise, soldiers who slumbered on the battlefield. Rise and fight for me—for your queen!"
