[Third Person].
Later that afternoon, Dennis strode into the palace still dusted with travel and battle.
He bowed briefly. "Your Majesty. My Queen."
Draven gestured for him to rise. "Report."
Dennis did not waste time. "We eliminated most of the Vampires at the border. But a small group escaped." His jaw tightened. "They moved with coordination. Like they were protecting someone."
Draven and Meredith exchanged a look. Then, Draven spoke evenly. "The female vampire who escaped… was likely Estella."
Dennis blinked. "Estella?" His brows furrowed. "That was her?"
Meredith nodded once. "She led the attack on the palace."
Instantly, understanding dawned slowly on Dennis's face. "No wonder," he muttered. "They knew exactly where the palace was located. And how to move around Stormveil."
Draven nodded. "She grew up here. That was her advantage."
The weight of that settled heavily. Then, Dennis exhaled sharply. "So, she came home to wage war."
