"Old man, if you dare to touch my man, I'll kill you!"
The Queen's voice split the heavens like divine thunder. Her words didn't just echo—they rippled through the air, reverberating with an authority that made even the winds freeze.
The Seventh Priest—Black—staggered mid-spell. His spear of energy wavered, then shattered apart as his body tensed under that impossible pressure. His aged eyes darted to the horizon, fear creeping through his defiance.
A streak of light tore across the sky.
From it descended a woman—graceful, regal, untouchable. The golden crown on her head glowed like a sun halo; her violet eyes burned like molten amethyst. Her beauty was more than mortal—it was absolute. Her presence alone silenced the world.
Rose, the Queen of the Soulforge Citadel, had arrived.
