Ryan advanced through the sea of rubble, making his way through the hall. The crushing murderous pressure that had previously suffocated the place had disappeared completely after the beast king's death.
Helen walked calmly right by his side, kicking the pieces of stone with her boots as if she were taking a simple walk in the park. A few meters behind, maintaining a more than prudent distance, Chloe followed them with trembling steps, shrinking in terror at every shadow of the castle pillars.
They had to reach the third floor, the elevated area where the demon king's dark throne was located; the divine relic containing Queen Ophelia should still be exactly there.
"Ryan, what happened to Ophelia?" Helen asked, breaking the place's silence. She quickened her pace slightly and leaned forward to be able to see her leader's face as they walked. "Did she die?"
