Elia stood motionless atop the black crystal throne, but the storm inside her heart refused to calm. That familiar sensation still lingered faintly within her soul, elusive yet unmistakable.
It was a feeling she could never mistake, her teacher, yet because she recognized it, she became even more cautious instead of rushing out recklessly.
The abyss-like eyes beneath her dark, night-like hair flickered repeatedly as countless thoughts surged through her mind.
'Should I go to him…no! I need to calm down.' Her fingers slowly tightened around the throne's armrest, 'What if this is another trick of the Undead Lich King and his minions?'
Over the years, the undead had used countless methods to lure her out, such as false trails, fabricated life signatures, soul illusions, undead capable of mimicking emotions and memories, and other undead as bait.
