As Queen Miriamele softly landed on the ground, her eyes scanned the devastation she had caused.
Her face showed calmness, but it only made her more intimidating as she raised her chin with the dignity of the Queen of Artem and the High Priestess of Chandrea.
A ripple of power suddenly expanded through the city, sending all the rubble flying in every direction.
Castor stood up from the wreckage and locked his gaze on the beautiful woman whom he had secretly admired for many years.
"Your Majesty, why are you joining their side in this war?" Castor asked, still feeling the stinging pain on his cheek. "I thought that you had no love for this empire? If you don't interfere, I promise to personally kill Astrion in front of you so you'll regain your freedom."
"You're right," Queen Miriamele replied. "I have no love for this empire. However, I will not allow anyone to hurt my son."
"Son?" Castor frowned. "Your Majesty, you don't have a son. You only have a daughter."
