Reina’s POV
The night air is thick with unease. Even as I stand on the palace balcony, overlooking the vast expanse of Silverfang Kingdom, a kingdom that now bows to me as its Queen, I cannot shake the feeling that something is wrong.
Kyle stands beside me, his golden gaze scanning the horizon. His presence is a source of strength, but even he can feel the tension lingering in the air like a brewing storm.
"What did you see?" Kyle asks softly, his voice laced with concern.
I close my eyes, recalling the shadowed figure from my dream, the chilling words that slithered into my mind like poison. “The prophecy is incomplete.”
"I don't know," I admit, my hands tightening on the cold stone railing. "But I don’t think the Dark King was our greatest enemy."
Kyle's jaw clenches. "Then who is?
