The doors to the training hall swung open.
A heavy, almost suffocating pressure filled the room as Mercenary King Yunho Draven and Mercenary Queen Mina Draven stepped inside, exuding a commanding presence that made the very air tighten.
Serena and Theresia instantly recognized them—after all, they had once faced the mercenary royalty on the battlefield.
They weren't alone. Three of their elite guards—the same ones who had accompanied them to the alliance meeting—followed closely behind.
"What an interesting training session," Yunho said with a low chuckle. "Don't you think so, My Queen?"
Mina's lips curled slightly, her sharp gaze locking onto Serena. "Indeed, My King… I was particularly intrigued by the power displayed by that white-haired hero during the battle. I see now—it was her familiar's magic. Kuhuhu… fascinating."
Her eyes narrowed.
Serena's posture immediately stiffened. Theresia's hand subtly moved toward her sword. The tension was undeniable.
