The weight of Anastasia’s question still lingered like a storm cloud suspended in silence. The Lady in White stepped forward, her pale robes drifting as though caught in an unseen breeze. She took Anastasia’s hands gently, her eyes filled with ancient sorrow and radiant light.
"Anastasia, my child," she said, her voice both soft and commanding, “everything is connected to you. You are the Child of the Prophecy. You are the Chosen One, destined to save both Lupendralis and Sanguival.”
But Anastasia’s brow furrowed. Her heart thudded, not with awe—but frustration.
“Save them from what?” she asked, her voice rising. “The Dark Kingdom? But I’m just a Hybrid. And didn’t you say all the dark witches were destroyed by you? If that’s true, then the Dark Kingdom is empty—there’s no one left to f
