Inside the control room of a grand facility, dozens of floating screens projected live feeds from all over the royal palace—hallways, courtyards, the outer walls, even Elaria's room from earlier.
Draven and Zara stood at the center, surrounded by glowing panels of light.
Draven's fingers flew across a translucent console, tracing runes and commands, while Zara watched multiple feeds at once, her silver-streaked blue hair faintly illuminated by the screens.
"Damn it," Draven hissed, eyes narrowing. "He found all the trackers I planted, and the spells you cast."
One by one, the markers that had been blinking over Elaria's position on a minimap winked out.
"And he took Elaria," Draven added, jaw tightening. "This is a disaster. We have to think of something fast, before the Elven King finds out what happened."
Zara, however, didn't respond immediately.
