"Do you know why we brought you here?" The young lady's tone was sharp, her gaze flickering with annoyance as she studied the others in the room... a tall elven man, and a quiet boy, both standing uncertainly beside her.
They exchanged glances. No one had explained why their rulers had summoned them so suddenly.
"I have not seen you here before… From which empire have you two arrived?" The young lady's words rang with a blend of suspicion and curiosity.
The elven man drew himself up, pride shining in his stance as he answered, "I hail from the High Elf Tribe, deep within the forests of Aerionis Zephyra Empire."
The boy's voice trembled as he spoke, "I—I am from Elysiumis Aurora Empire. I came from the orphanage in the silver city."
The young lady frowned.
Why bring together strangers from distant empires?
Just as their questions thickened, the chamber doors swept open with a metallic groan. Victor strode in, his dark cloak trailing behind, and beside him... Aether.
