Chapter 46
The grand hall of King Eldrin's palace was a symphony of ice and crystal, its walls shimmering with an ethereal light. King Eldrin sat upon his throne, his face a mask of regal composure. A messenger, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear, knelt before him. "My Lord," the messenger stammered, his voice trembling. "The Wraiths... they have been destroyed." King Eldrin's eyes, usually cold and calculating, widened in disbelief. "That's impossible," he said, his voice a low, chilling whisper. "The Wraiths are spectral beings, bound to my will. Only one of my blood could destroy them." "My Lord," the messenger continued, his voice barely audible. "It was a half-elf, half-human assassin. She wielded magic unlike anything we've ever seen." King Eldrin’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of curios
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