The sun cast its sickly green hue over Tenebrae, recoiling—as if in dread—from the wickedness of the dark kingdom. And then Lord Manuel, still kneeling in awe, raised his trembling voice at last, answering the dreadful question of his risen king.
“No, Your Majesty… To cast the sleeping curse upon you, she paid the ultimate price—her own immortality. And I believe… she knew. She knew it would cost her everything. Yet still, she surrendered her eternal life to unleash the most powerful spell ever spoken—a curse that mimicked death itself.
That was the price she chose to pay.
But those three final days she was granted before death…
She did not waste them.
Burning with vengeance over Your Majesty’s destruction of her beloved kingdom—Luminaria—she returned the favour, not with a sword, but
