Far from Belgrade's city center, where Frey currently was…
Inside the silent temple, where only streetlamps lit the vacant roads past midnight…
Within the Elite Dormitory, a young maid walked quietly through the corridors where the students slept.
She gently opened one of the doors to check on the person she was assigned to care for.
But the bed was empty.
"My lady?"
She called out, scanning the room.
The place was dark, so she instinctively reached for the light switch… but nothing happened.
It was as if a cocoon of darkness had swallowed every source of light.
"My lady, where are you?"
She asked again, forming a blade of wind aura in her left hand—hidden behind her back.
Eyes wary, she surveyed the surroundings, ready for anything.
But then a chilling laugh echoed through the room.
The sound didn't come from one place. It came from everywhere ... all at once.
It wasn't the gentle voice of the princess she was used to serving.
It was the laugh of a wicked witch.
