The enormous doors to the royal throne room remained open while the conversation about strange summons, biomechanical creatures, and potential interdimensional threats still hung heavily in the air.
Moonlight was still massaging her temples as if that would somehow help her process any of it.
It wasn't working.
"I still don't understand anything," she muttered.
"Welcome to the club," Max replied.
Chloe nodded with a solemn expression.
"Same."
The king was about to say something else when, suddenly, a new voice echoed from the entrance.
"My apologies for the interruption."
Everyone automatically turned their heads.
A woman had just entered the throne room with calm, confident steps.
She was tall. Elegant.
Her skin was greyish, typical of a drow. Her sharp features gave her a severe, almost intimidating appearance, and her long violet hair fell neatly over her shoulders.
