Southern Territory, Ricardo Residence~
Darkness.
A battlefield, stretching endlessly beneath a blood-red sky, the air thick with the scent of steel and ruin.
Daniella felt confused as she looked around her surroundings,
The ground trembled under the march of soldiers, their armor glinting like fractured shards of light in the chaos. Screams—some distant, some close—echoed through the haze, swallowed by the howling winds that carried death upon their breath.
The crimson silk of Valentino's flag fluttered violently as it fell before her, its golden embroidery catching the dim glow of the flickering torches around her.
Daniella's breath hitched.
She hadn't moved from her bed. She had been beside her husband just moments ago—hadn't she?
Yet here she stood, surrounded by darkness, the scent of damp earth thick in the air.
Another prophecy.
The realization sent a chill down her spine.
