The hall was in an uproar.
Brand nearly jumped from his seat in shock. He stared in disbelief at the fragile seventeen-year-old Half-Elf Girl standing there, isolated and helpless, yet her gaze seemed to pierce through the heavy fog of history to glimpse the inevitable fate of Erune. She actually saw it? She actually saw it!
Brand had always believed the Princess had chosen the wrong path, ultimately leading the Kingdom into the Abyss. But he hadn't realized the Princess had long seen her destiny, and had long seen the path leading into darkness and thorns, flowing with blood, burning with unstoppable destruction in the flames of hell—
What power drives her? Is it merely a support for hope? Or is it her Royal responsibilities? Brand looked at this seventeen-year-old Half-Elf Girl, finding his breath caught for a moment.
"Princess, you're being alarmist," Moros responded indifferently. "The Flame Temple would never permit the Kingdom they protect to be suddenly destroyed."
