Elowyn looked at the Sovereign in front of her, her brow furrowed.
"Why are you asking about the tale of the Rain King?"
The Sovereign smiled and said,
"It is time to collect some debt."
Elowyn did not understand what the Sovereign was saying, nor did the Sovereign intend to explain.
The Sovereign's crimson eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction.
The Sovereign added, saying,
"Though I did not expect him to succeed this fast, let's go."
...
Deep within the forbidden land of Aranya Varsha, Luke stood frozen before the small pond.
Lysa followed close behind, her boots sinking into the damp earth.
The canopy above blocked most of the light, leaving the forest in a perpetual twilight that seemed to press down on them from all sides.
Lysa noticed that Luke had finally stopped running. Within a second, she also saw it: the small, red-colored plant growing on the tiny island at the center of the pond.
The moment her eyes fell upon it, something strange happened.
