The Seal pulsed beneath Isabel's touch, its power coursing through her, filling the room with an overwhelming energy. It was as if the very walls of Silverfang Citadel were shaking with the intensity of what was unfolding. The kingdom's fate, its future, was hanging in the balance—and it all rested on Isabel's shoulders.
The air was thick with the hum of magic, the ancient forces stirring as the Kingblood Seal responded to Isabel's presence. She could feel it—deep in her bones, in the very core of her being. The Seal had recognized her. She was the true heir to the throne, the one who could restore the kingdom. But there was something else, something deeper, that she could not yet understand. The power of the Blood Star surged within her, as if the heavens themselves had turned their gaze
