Lana
"Where do you think you're going, human?"
That voice—cold and sinister—dripped with triumph. I turned quickly.
The Crown Prince stood at the end of the dark hallway, flanked by his soldiers. Their swords raised, his eyes locked onto mine like a predator cornering its prey.
But when I turned forward again—our escape route was also blocked. More elves emerged from the ruins and smoke, forming a living barricade, blades ready to cut.
Surrounded.
Damn it.
Lucen shifted into battle stance, eyes scanning for a gap. Ezric was already swirling magical energy in his palm, ready to blast anything that moved. But I raised a hand to stop them. Not yet. Wait.
The Crown Prince stepped forward slowly, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"You thought you could fool us with such a basic escape plan? We are not a foolish race, human."
I let out a soft laugh. Quiet, but loud enough to cut through the thick tension in the air.
