The storm swallowed the sound of Queen Lira’s footsteps as she slipped through the castle gates. Rain pounded against the cobblestone paths, soaking the hem of her cloak. A heavy black hood draped over her head, hiding the crown she had abandoned in her chamber.


    In her hands, she clutched the old manuscript—a relic that had no place in her kingdom, yet somehow lay hidden within the royal library. It had led her here, guiding her through winding corridors of history she was never meant to uncover.


    Deep inside, she knew this was foolish.


    But the voice…


    The voice that whispered in her dreams, the voice that felt more ancient than the kingdom itself—it had led her here.


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    The Forbidden Forest loomed before her.


    Towering trees stretched toward the heavens, their gnarled roots weaving together like silent sentinels guarding secrets long buried. The air grew colder. Her breath hitched.


    The voice was louder now.


    No longer a faint murmur in the back of her mind, but a distant echo among the trees. It called to her, urging her to step forward.


    Lira hesitated. She knew—after this night, nothing would be the same.


    The shadows of doubt curled around her, yet curiosity burned brighter than her fear.


    Her entire life had been a prison of expectation, a burden of being unloved. From the moment of her birth, she had been a curse—a queen no one wanted. But this voice… it offered something else.


    It offered answers.


    And Lira could not turn away.


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    She reached the end of the map.


    Etched into the rocky ground before her was a fractured circle, barely visible beneath layers of moss and time-worn stone. The markings, drawn in what seemed like dried blood, pulsed faintly under the silver light of the storm.


    The ruins hummed.


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    From beneath the earth, a glow flickered through the cracks—soft at first, then growing, forming a ring of ethereal blue light. The air vibrated. Energy shifted.


    The portal opened.


    An unseen force wrapped around her, pulling her forward.


    She gasped as her body was drawn into the swirling light. The world dissolved into mist, the boundaries between reality and something far older blurred into oblivion.


    The scent of sulfur and iron filled her lungs. The air was thick, charged with energy.


    And from the darkness, they emerged.


    Red eyes. Blackened skin. Shadows given form.


    They didn’t hesitate.


    They attacked.


    Lira barely had time to react before claws tore through the air.


    She twisted away, barely dodging the first strike. Another came—she barely blocked it, her dagger carving a thin wound across one of their shoulders. But there were too many.


    They surrounded her.


    For the first time in her life—Lira felt true fear.


    She was not supposed to be here. This was not a mistake.


    Someone wanted her here.


    But before she could make sense of it, one of the creatures lunged—


    Then froze mid-air.


    An unseen force stopped it.


    A low, steady rhythm of footsteps echoed through the chamber.


    A figure emerged from the portal’s depths.


    Draped in dark robes, soaked in rain and shadow. His hair, black as midnight, clung to his skin. His golden eyes glowed softly, the only light in the abyss.


    Without a word, he raised a hand.


    The creatures shuddered, then stepped back.


    Lira panted, trying to steady her breath.


    He was not human. That much was clear.


    But unlike the others, his gaze held no malice. No hatred. Only calm, unshaken authority.


    "You opened the portal?" His voice was low, even—yet it carried an undeniable weight.


    Lira swallowed hard. She didn’t understand.


    "I… I don’t know how this happened."


    The man studied her for a long moment. Then he sighed.


    "You shouldn’t be here."


    Before she could respond, a searing heat spread across the back of her neck—


    A mark. Something ancient.


    Her body staggered, her vision swimming. Her limbs grew heavy.


    The stranger knelt beside her, his voice softer this time.


    "Forgive me… but this is the only way to keep them from hunting you again."


    Darkness swallowed her whole.


    And just before her consciousness faded, a whisper cut through the silence—


    "Welcome, Mother of the Savior."


    Lira’s world shattered into black