If Danebold and his team were successful this week, they'd be taking the life of an innocent child. One older than even his father and grandfather, Kuko and Akhtar. Only Danebold could feel icky about it though, but he'd not blame the rest.
Besides, what'd death mean to a princess that'd never once tasted life anyway? Locked away in a stone artifact for roughly 500 years now, Alvae, the hybrid, King Alxeus's only begotten daughter never saw the world again after her first twenty-one days in it.
Or so went the ancient tale that'd been passed down to them—one whose efficacy no more relied on the correctness of its oral details, but rather the resentment and murderous intent of the whole mage race against one unlucky princess, whose only fault was being born.
Everyone around him was quiet,
