Althea had fallen silent.
Her gaze lingered somewhere between Isaac and the ruined battlefield beyond him, her brows drawn together in thought.
The wind tugged at her hair, but she didn't seem to notice.
Charlotta moved toward her.
She whispered something into Althea's ear, her voice low enough that even Isaac couldn't catch a word.
Althea's eyes widened.
"Really?" she asked, turning her head slightly.
"Yes, my lady," Charlotta replied with a small nod.
Althea straightened and looked directly at Isaac. There was a new light in her eyes now, something decisive.
"If you give me two Eyes, you can choose any Permanent Dungeon that the Seventh Queen has control over, and you will be given that Dungeon," Althea said, her voice steady.
Isaac raised a brow.
That was not a small offer. Not even close.
