The palace trembled.
Walls groaned, pillars cracked, and the once-serene air of the Imperial Capital was swallowed by panic.
Guards flooded the marble corridors, servants screamed as chandeliers shook loose from the ceiling.
But just as quickly as the chaos had started—it stopped.
A voice had spoken, it was Calm and Commanding.
It was the Emperor's voice.
Within moments, order returned.
Now, deep within the heart of the palace, Emperor Alexander sat in his throne room, eyes fixed on the great viewing orb that hovered before him.
Its surface rippled like liquid glass, revealing the image of Leon Kael in his chamber, surrounded by blinding waves.
Alexander's jaw tightened.
He hadn't meant to pry into the boy's privacy, but when the tremors had erupted from within the palace itself, he had no choice.
Yet what he was seeing now… even in his wildest dreams, he would never have believed it possible.
