Meanwhile, in Everhold City, within the magnificent Thornveil Estate.
The morning sun bathed the manor in a warm golden glow.
Servants quietly carried out their duties throughout the grand residence, while gentle breezes drifted through the open corridors.
A young woman walked gracefully along one of those corridors. Her long, dark-blue hair flowed elegantly down her back, swaying gently with each step.
Clear emerald-green eyes calmly observed the path ahead.
She wore a beautiful light-blue dress embroidered with delicate silver patterns that perfectly matched her noble status.
She was none other than Ophelia Thornveil.
As she continued walking, her footsteps gradually slowed. At the end of the corridor lay a spacious balcony overlooking the vast city of Everhold.
Someone was already standing there.
