The shimmering curtain of the Steele defensive barrier parted with an almost silent sigh, revealing the serene, untouched landscape within.
Lady Ondine Bellerose, atop her magnificent black charger, paused for a breath, her dark eyes taking in the impossible feat of magic.
Behind her, the formidable ranks of her personal army – Grandmaster Mages radiating arcane power, Grandmaster Martialists exuding disciplined strength, and the disciplined lines of her elite guards – remained perfectly still, a testament to their training and her command.
'He allows my entire force entry?' Ondine mused, a flicker of surprise beneath her composed facade. 'No fear? Or supreme confidence in this barrier… and himself?' It was a bold move, far bolder than King Rouben Yachvili would ever consider.
