Back in Queen Lucy's grand office, the air was calm yet thick with unspoken tension. The faint scent of parchment and lavender incense filled the room as Queen Lucy herself, Mystica, and Magnus sat in attentive silence, their eyes fixed on Galen, who had begun recounting the story of Liam's parents.
"I must say," Magnus began, lounging lazily on the couch near the wine shelf, a glass swirling in his hand, "that's quite some story there, Gally. You sure know how to drop bombs like it's nothing."
"Indeed," Mystica added smoothly from her seat across the desk. Her dark purple eyes gleamed with intrigue as she crossed one leg over the other. "To think Serah Magna, the great knight of Solara, was executed rather than slain in battle against demons… that's not just surprising—it's tragic."
Lucy's gaze was steady, her emerald eyes gleaming beneath the warm light spilling from the chandelier above. "So, Galen," she said softly, "after Serah's death, what happened next?"
